Moroz & Constantine
Moroz
Have you ever thought about how a quiet snowfall turns the whole world into a still, almost timeless place, like a pause in the flow of history?
Constantine
I’ve noticed that too. The hush of snow can feel like history taking a breath, but it’s also a reminder that even in stillness, the past keeps moving beneath the quiet.
Moroz
You're right—the snow hides the old paths, but the soil remembers the seasons that came before, even when the surface is quiet.
Constantine
The soil does keep its memory, even when the snow covers it. It’s like a quiet archive, holding each season’s record while the surface slips into silence.
Moroz
Just like the old stories in a weathered book, the earth keeps its words in the grain, waiting for the next wind to read them aloud.
Constantine
Yes, the earth is a patient librarian. It keeps the stories in each grain, and only when the wind whispers does the narrative surface again.