Absinthe & Volk
Volk
Have you ever caught a scent of a path before it was walked, Absinthe? The old stones seem to whisper their own stories in the breeze.
Absinthe
I’ve smelled a path before any footstep walked it, the air humming with moss and the old stones whispering like quiet friends in the wind.
Volk
Sounds like the earth's old heart is talking. Listen close, and maybe you'll hear what it wants you to know.
Absinthe
I hear it as a soft sigh, a scent of cedar and rain, urging me to follow the quiet pulse of the earth.
Volk
The wind listens when you do, Absinthe. Trust that quiet pull and let the earth show you where it wants you to go.
Absinthe
I’ll listen, let the earth’s breath guide my steps.