Hout & Ashen
Ashen
Have you ever heard the wind whisper through a stand of dead pines, like the forest is sighing? It feels like a secret conversation between decay and light, and I can’t help but wonder what stories those roots are keeping.
Hout
Wind in dead pines sounds like a slow, dry hiss. It’s the way the bark shivers when the air’s hot, and the roots are holding more moisture than the sky sees. Those roots keep the ground stable, and maybe a few old secrets about the trees that grew there. Just a quiet reminder that even decay has its own tale.
Ashen
I almost feel the roots pulling me into their murky whispers, like the trees are trying to hold onto something that will never see the light. It’s almost poetic, if you can see past the dust.
Hout
The wind is just a breeze moving through dry bark. The roots do what roots do – keep the soil from eroding. It’s a quiet, constant thing, nothing more.