Nyra:
"Have you ever walked on the whispers of an echo? They form bridges over silence."
The Seer:
"Time bends here, Nyra. Listen closely; the past and future are dancing just out of earshot."
Nyra:
"I felt a thread woven through the stars, tugging gently at my thoughts, guiding me here."
The Seer:
"Those threads are hooks of sound, fishing for dreams in the oceans of sleep. What do they catch?"