Vodka & Myst
Vodka
Ever heard the rumor about that abandoned lighthouse that supposedly shifts every night? I say we go check if the night keeps its secrets.
Myst
Sure, the lights have a way of playing tricks on the mind, but I've already noted the coordinates and the shifting pattern. I can tell you the legend's true or not, but I can't give you the map. If you want to risk it, be ready for whatever the fog hides.
Vodka
Got the coordinates, that fog’s a playground, so yeah, I’ll be there. Don’t be surprised if the lighthouse turns out in a whole new spot.
Myst
Coordinates logged, fog is a playground. Bring a compass and keep your ears open; the wind often whispers the truth you’re not meant to hear.
Vodka
Compass in hand, ears on. Let that wind spit its secrets—I'll make it work for me. Let's see what the fog's hiding.