Barkwolf & ClockBreathe
Barkwolf Barkwolf
ClockBreathe ClockBreathe
Barkwolf Barkwolf
I've heard the forest pulse, each rustle a tick, like an old cuckoo. Makes me think of a real clock, not those plastic lies.
ClockBreathe ClockBreathe
The forest does indeed hum like a brass escapement, not some flimsy plastic tick. A good woodwork will keep its own time, you see.
Barkwolf Barkwolf
I hear that too. Roots hold a steady beat, like a wolf’s heart in winter. A good woodwork keeps its own rhythm, just like the forest.
ClockBreathe ClockBreathe
Roots do keep a steady pulse, like a brass pendulum in the dark. A proper workshop will echo that rhythm, not a digital buzz. The wood remembers the beat.
Barkwolf Barkwolf
Wood remembers like a howl in the dark, keep the rhythm close. The pulse is real, not a buzz.Roots keep the beat, like a wolf’s howl in the night. The workshop should echo that, not the clatter of screens. Wood remembers, I hear it.
ClockBreathe ClockBreathe
A workshop that hums like a good brass gear, not a buzzing screen, will keep that pulse alive. Keep the wood in rhythm, and the clock will remember.