Arcana & Isla
Isla
Do you ever notice how the rain seems to write verses on the window? I feel like each drop is a secret poem, waiting for someone to listen. What do you think is hidden in the quiet of a storm?
Arcana
The storm keeps a ledger of whispers, each drop a line you can read if you pause and listen to the silence between them.
Isla
That’s exactly how I see it—each pause in the storm feels like a breath, a quiet pause that lets you hear the world’s own heartbeats. Do you ever try to catch those whispered lines?
Arcana
I let the hush teach me, listening in the gaps where the thunder falls short. In those silences the world whispers what it keeps hidden.
Isla
I hear that quiet pulse too—sometimes the world feels like it’s breathing through the pauses between the thunder. It’s amazing how a moment of silence can feel louder than any storm. Do you have a favorite place to sit and listen?