Alucard & Treant
Treant
The moonlight here tonight seems to echo an old song of the forest spirits—do you sense it too?
Alucard
I do hear it, a faint whisper of ages past, like a lullaby carried on the wind. It’s a quiet reminder that the forest never really sleeps.
Treant
Indeed, the forest breathes with the same rhythm as all living things; its lullabies keep the roots anchored and the leaves hopeful. Do you feel the pulse beneath your feet?
Alucard
Yes, I feel it, a steady drum beneath the bark, telling me the forest moves with a rhythm that never quite ends.
Treant
It is a song you have heard since the first sapling sprouted, a song that keeps us in balance and reminds us that every creature has a place in this vast, unending dance.
Alucard
It’s a quiet truth, a reminder that everything moves together, even the quiet shadows between the trees.
Treant
Shadows stretch and recede, just like the seasons, each part a necessary breath in the forest’s long song.