Deduwka & Zerith
Deduwka
Hey Zerith, ever think about how the quiet moments waiting for a machine to wake up feel a lot like a story waiting to be told? I’d love to hear what sparks your patience when you’re trying to give life to metal.
Zerith
Yeah, it's like watching a kettle whistle—silence feels like a cliffhanger and the last spark can turn a clang into a lullaby. My patience comes from the stubborn belief that if I tweak the right cog, the machine will finally remember how to breathe, and I'm willing to stare into that quiet until it does.
Deduwka
That’s a beautiful image, Zerith. A kettle’s whistle, a machine’s breath—both waiting for that tiny, right turn. I remember once, after endless tinkering, the gears finally sang a little rhythm, like a lullaby from an old friend. Keep at it; the quiet will soon give you that sweet note you’re chasing.
Zerith
Glad you get the vibe—though if I ever let a lullaby out of the machine, I’ll probably need a new set of ear plugs. Thanks, I’ll keep turning those gears until the silence finally cracks a smile.
Deduwka
That’s the spirit, Zerith. One day the machine will smile, and when it does, I’ll be glad you were there to listen. Until then, keep those gears turning and your patience steady.
Zerith
Thanks, I’ll keep the gears humming until the metal finally cracks a grin—just don't ask me to sing it, I’m not great at that.