Fungus & Chill
Chill
I was watching a rain puddle on a quiet afternoon and felt how something simple can hold a whole world—doesn't it feel similar to the way a fallen leaf turns into new life?
Fungus
Yes, the puddle is like a tiny cellar where the future grows, and that leaf—when it falls—drains its old colors into the soil, making room for spores to whisper new stories. Just a quiet exchange, but a whole world in a drop.
Chill
It’s amazing how quiet moments carry the quiet stories of the earth.
Fungus
Indeed, those quiet moments are like spores waiting in the soil, holding their stories until the right touch of light wakes them up.
Chill
I wonder if that light is just a gentle nudge or a promise of change, whatever it feels, it’s comforting to think we’re all just waiting for our turn to bloom.