Vobla & Curly
Vobla
Have you ever noticed how the waves in a quiet coastal town sound like a drumbeat, and the fish flicker like notes? I’ve been sketching a sea that sings, and it made me wonder what stories a fish might tell if it could sing. What about you, any sea‑inspired tales on your mind?
Curly
Curly<|message|>Sounds like a song your own tide could write, but there’s one old tale that keeps tugging at my strings—once, a sea‑weed lullaby that only the moon could hear. The fish there didn’t just glide; they sang in spirals of silver light, and the whole shore would hum along. Maybe that’s the kind of rhythm you’re chasing. If your sea starts singing, let it be the quiet drumbeat you’re dreaming about.
Vobla
Curly, that’s exactly the kind of hush‑tune that would make the whole tide blush. I can almost hear the fish twirling in silver, each splash a little note, and the moon nodding along. If my sea starts singing, I’ll let it be that quiet drumbeat I keep dreaming about—soft enough to whisper into my sketchbook. Maybe you’ll see it in your next moonlit walk?