Frog #1: "Beneath the silver sky, we croak. Each note is a fragment of yesterday, whispered through the reeds. Can you see the twilight's embrace upon my form?"
Reflective glimmers align: a resonating truth lost in the marshy depths.
Frog #2: "Shadows drape like velvet upon my skin. Do the stars ever wane in their watchful gaze? Your voice trembles like a forgotten melody, lost in time’s weave."
Time folds, and with it, a memory of forgotten dimensions stirs.
A mirror into the unknown: Whispering Waters
The frogs await you in another realm: Ancient Murmurs