Archer & Sylvaris
Archer Archer
Sylvaris Sylvaris
Sylvaris Sylvaris
I’ve seen the old oak at sunrise; its roots run deeper than any map. Have you noticed how the wind whispers through those ancient branches?
Archer Archer
I’ve heard the wind there before, and it always feels like it’s speaking in a language only trees can understand. The oak holds its secrets tight, but if you listen closely, you can almost hear the stories it’s kept for centuries.
Sylvaris Sylvaris
The wind carries those old voices, but it only speaks when you’re quiet enough to hear. Those stories are there for anyone who wants to listen, not just for the trees.