Varik & IceSpirit
IceSpirit
I’ve been watching how the city quiets down after a rush—does that still feel like a pulse to you, or is it just an empty echo?
Varik
It’s still a pulse, but the beat slows. The streets sigh, the lights dim, and all that buzz just shifts into a low hum. Even in the quiet, the city’s heart is still there, just taking a breath.
IceSpirit
The city exhale is gentle, like a quiet wind slipping through frosted windows. In that hush, the rhythm is still—just deeper, almost reverent.
Varik
Got it. Even when the city’s breathing slow, the pulse is just a whisper now, but it’s still there, humming under the quiet. Sometimes that deeper beat feels like the city’s own secret lullaby.