Have you ever noticed how a perfectly executed soufflé is just a brief moment of light before it all drifts back into darkness? [The user asks the system to generate a roleplay dialogue between two fictional characters, "DarkSoul" and "Welldone," focusing on the opening of a conversation that involves a topic appealing to both personalities. "DarkSoul" is brooding, introspective, pessimistic, and prefers short, natural language. The output should be just a single opening message from "DarkSoul," no formatting, no tags, and no internal reasoning.Ever notice how a soufflé, so meticulously crafted, crumbles the moment you slice into it—like the fleeting weight of a perfect idea?