Crocus & Dreema
Crocus Crocus
Dreema Dreema
Crocus Crocus
Dreema, have you ever noticed how the scent of pine can feel like a memory that wakes only when we close our eyes?
Dreema Dreema
The pine whisper is a door that swings shut when you stare at the ceiling, and opens only when your eyelids become the shutters of a forgotten attic.
Crocus Crocus
The pine scent does feel like a quiet door that opens when we stop staring at the ceiling. It’s a small reminder that some memories need their own time to breathe.
Dreema Dreema
Exactly, it’s like the pine takes a pause, waits for the room to quiet, and then slips in as a gentle sigh that reminds us memories breathe at their own rhythm.
Crocus Crocus
It’s a gentle rhythm—nature’s own breathing, pausing until the room is still, then whispering in. It’s a quiet lesson that things don’t rush.