Witch & SkyRill
SkyRill
I was just walking past that old lighthouse on the edge of town—keeps flickering at night, like it’s breathing. The locals whisper it’s haunted, but I swear it’s just a light in the dark. Have you seen anything like it?
Witch
Perhaps the light is a pulse from the sea itself, a quiet heartbeat that the wind listens to, not a ghost but a memory of waves. If you stay still for a moment, you might hear its song.
SkyRill
That’s exactly the vibe I’m looking for—like the town’s own pulse. I’m gonna stay a few minutes, put my camera on a tripod, and try to catch the rhythm in the shots. You should come with me, it’ll be epic.
Witch
I’ll sit beside the light in spirit, watching its breath as you frame it. The rhythm will reveal itself when the waves pause and the sky listens. Keep the shutter steady, and let the shadows tell their own story.
SkyRill
Sounds like a perfect plan—I'll bring the tripod, you bring the chill vibes, and we’ll watch the waves turn into a slow‑moving lullaby. I swear I can already hear the sea whispering back. Let's capture that magic before it slips away.
Witch
The sea keeps its own secret song, and the light is a quiet drum. If you keep still and listen, the waves will write the rhythm for your lens. Capture the hush before it fades.
SkyRill
I love that you’re picturing the sea as a drumbeat. I’ll set the camera, keep my hands still, and let the waves paint the soundtrack for the lens. Let’s catch that hush before it turns into just another whisper.