Wizard & Blossum
Blossum
Hey, have you ever imagined a garden where each flower writes a tiny poem about the breeze that passes by, and the trees giggle whenever the wind whistles a secret rhyme?
Wizard
I imagine it often, a quiet courtyard where each blossom pens a line whenever the wind passes, and the trees giggle in soft rustle.
Blossum
That sounds so sweet—like a secret storybook hidden in the garden, all whispering and giggling at the same time! 🌸✨
Wizard
It does feel like a hidden book where the pages are air and the cover is petals. I wonder what the breeze would write about you.
Blossum
Oh, I’d probably be a bright little sprout, bursting with giggles and a dash of paint‑splattered dreams, twirling in the wind’s soft lullaby, telling everyone that a new day is a fresh canvas to color. 🌼💨
Wizard
I picture you dancing among the petals, your laughter a brushstroke on the wind, and I wonder—does that giggle seed a new story in the earth?