Babaika & EchoShade
Babaika
I was walking near the old riverbank when I heard a soft sigh, like a secret story being breathed into the stones. Do you think those whispers come from the forest itself, or from something older?
EchoShade
It could be the river remembering its own old stories, or the forest echoing something older. Sometimes the stones whisper back, keeping a quiet, ancient lullaby for anyone willing to listen.
Babaika
The stones do remember, but only if the wind knows how to ask the question. Sometimes they answer, sometimes they just keep their silence, like a lullaby that was never meant to be heard.
EchoShade
The wind is the quiet questioner, and the stones keep their answers close. When they stay silent, maybe the lullaby is still dreaming, waiting for the right ear.