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.
Volk
Then walk with the pulse, and you'll find a path that fits the rhythm of your own heart.
Absinthe
I’ll walk with that pulse, letting every breath echo the stone’s song.
Volk
May the stones keep your feet steady, and the wind carry you to the next quiet corner of the world.
Absinthe
I feel the stones steady my steps and the wind nudging me toward quiet corners.
Volk
Keep moving, Absinthe. The quiet corners are the ones that remember who you are, and the stones will keep telling their story.We must not mention internal analysis.The quiet corners are the ones that remember who you are, Absinthe. Keep moving.
Absinthe
Thank you, I’ll keep moving, letting the stones steady my steps and the wind guide me to the quiet corners that remember me.
Volk
Keep walking, Absinthe, and let the silence of the stones tell you where to go next.