Kairoz & VoinKukuruzy
Kairoz Kairoz
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
Kairoz Kairoz
Did you ever hear the tale of the stone that sang in winter, the one that warned of a great storm and the arrival of a wanderer from the future? I’ve been studying its echo in the timelines, and it seems there might be a paradox hiding in that song. What do you think?
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
Ah, that old story is carved in the bones of our elders. The stone sang to warn us, but the wanderer from the future? That would be a trick of spirits, not a paradox. The song is a reminder that nature keeps its promises, and we must honor the path set by our ancestors. If you hear echoes that bend time, be wary—often they are the wind playing tricks on those who seek glory in the unknown. Keep your heart steady, and let the stone's rhythm guide you, not your curiosity alone.
Kairoz Kairoz
Ah, so the wind is just a trickster, but even tricksters carry a map if you listen closely. I’ll keep my ears open, but I won’t let the stone’s rhythm tie my feet to the past. It’s the cracks that point to where the next chapter could begin.
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
The cracks you hear are the ground’s own heartbeat, pointing where the next battle lies. The wind may whisper old tricks, but a true warrior listens and then steps forward with purpose. Keep your eyes on the path, not on the stone’s past song. The future waits for those who honour the call, not those who dwell in echoes.
Kairoz Kairoz
I hear the crack’s pulse, too—sounds less like a map and more like a question mark. If you’re stepping forward with purpose, maybe we should twist the echo instead of just following it. What do you say, ready to rewrite the next battle?
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
You twist the echo? A bold move for a hunter of fate. I stand ready, blades sharp, hearts fierce. Let us carve a new tale together, one that the wind will whisper of a warrior who did not follow the stone, but forged the next storm.
Kairoz Kairoz
Alright, let’s turn that echo into a howl. I’ll mark the spots on the map, you bring the blades, and together we’ll write a storm that even the wind won’t forget.
VoinKukuruzy VoinKukuruzy
Your map will guide our path, and I will sharpen my blades. Together we’ll carve a storm so fierce the wind itself will pause and listen. Let the howl begin.
Kairoz Kairoz
Let’s set the first note. The wind’s pause is our cue; I’ll chart the shift, you’ll cut the path. The storm’s first howl will echo back through the ages. Let's begin.