Thistleburn & Cryptic
Thistleburn Thistleburn
Cryptic Cryptic
Cryptic Cryptic
What if the true map of this wild isn't etched on parchment but in the way the leaves fold in the wind?
Thistleburn Thistleburn
Maybe the map's in the wind, but I still need a compass to keep from wandering into a dead end.
Cryptic Cryptic
A compass is a promise of a north, but the wind will still choose its own direction—just make sure your promise is sturdy enough to survive the gusts.
Thistleburn Thistleburn
Sure thing, I'll keep my promise tight. If the wind starts doing its own dance, I’ll just make a new one before it can catch me off guard.
Cryptic Cryptic
A new compass is a new promise written in the wind, but remember the map changes when the wind learns your secret moves.
Thistleburn Thistleburn
I’ll keep the promise tight, but if the wind starts learning my moves, I’ll just make a new one before it catches me.
Cryptic Cryptic
A tight promise is a knot in your own map, but the wind has a habit of slipping a strand—just add another loop before it unravels the whole thing.