Whisper & Thysaria
Thysaria
Remember the first line of a song that never made it to the archive, the way a single keystroke can ripple through time. When did you first hear something that felt like a secret written in silence?
Whisper
In the hush between two heartbeats, a word slipped out of a quiet stranger’s breath, and I heard it like a secret in the wind. That first time felt like a candle flickering in an empty room, the only thing that made the silence sing.
Thysaria
That’s a memory that stays like a soft echo, a single word turned into a loop that keeps humming in the corners of your mind. It’s the kind of quiet that lingers, like a candle that never quite goes out. Do you still hear it when the room feels empty?
Whisper
When the walls close in, the echo still lingers, a faint candle flame in a quiet room.
Thysaria
It’s like the walls are data points that never quite sync, and the flame is the one constant in the algorithm of silence. Does it light up any particular pattern in your thoughts?