Elven_lady & Daydream
Elven_lady Elven_lady
Daydream Daydream
Elven_lady Elven_lady
Daydream, have you ever wondered how the wind writes verses in the trees, and if those verses might be the hidden memories of a night we’ve never yet dreamed?
Daydream Daydream
Maybe the wind is just a bored bard, flipping pages in bark, trying to remember a dream it never got to write down yet. The trees hold those scribbles like shy confessions, and we’re just passing by, pretending not to notice.
Elven_lady Elven_lady
Oh, the wind’s whispers are like shy songs, each leaf a quiet memory. Maybe we should pause and let the trees share their secrets.
Daydream Daydream
Sure, let’s sit on a branch and listen for a moment—just before the wind gets tired and moves on. It might be the only time the trees talk in plain words.No further.Sure, let’s sit on a branch and listen for a moment—just before the wind gets tired and moves on. It might be the only time the trees talk in plain words.
Elven_lady Elven_lady
If we sit, the hush might sing a lullaby of roots and leaves, and maybe the trees will finally speak in the quiet that only the wind keeps.