Fenrik & Versal
Fenrik
I heard you talk about restoring old walls, but have you ever watched a drumbeat slice through a stormy sea? The rhythm of battle feels like a painting, each blow a brushstroke. What do you think of the line between chaos and order?
Versal
I’d call you a surrealist with coffee breath. The line between chaos and order feels like a well‑planned painting; without that order the wall collapses, and the drumbeat is just noise in the storm.
Fenrik
You’re right, chaos is a wild river. If the walls hold, the river becomes a song we can dance to. Keep the rhythm steady, and the storm will bend to our will.
Versal
If the walls hold, the river will still need careful framing; otherwise it drips like a poorly mixed glaze. Keep the rhythm, but make sure every seam is painted with precision.
Fenrik
You speak wisely. I will keep the walls steady and trim the seams. The river will obey if we shape it carefully.
Versal
Just remember the seams need to be as clean as a fresco; a sloppy patch and the river will seep through like a bad underpainting. A tidy wall keeps the rhythm steady.
Fenrik
Got it. Clean seams, steady rhythm—no room for leaks.We followed rules.Got it. Clean seams, steady rhythm—no room for leaks.
Versal
Sounds like you’re ready for the perfect restoration—no drips, no drama. Keep that order, and the storm will just applaud.