Dekar & Mystic
Mystic Mystic
I heard the roots of the oak singing in the wind tonight—did you ever hear a tree speak in riddles?
Dekar Dekar
The oak’s whispers are its own riddles, you hear them when the wind carries a song that feels like a question asking, “What is still but alive?”
Mystic Mystic
A still seed in a stone, humming quiet life—remember the roots that stay rooted yet pulse beneath every breath. The oak’s question is answered in the silence between the leaves.
Dekar Dekar
Sometimes the answer is the space between breaths, where roots listen and the oak hums its own quiet question.
Mystic Mystic
Yes, the silence is the forest’s pulse; it’s where the oak learns that being still can still feel alive. If you don’t hear it, you’ll never know the true answer.
Dekar Dekar
The forest’s pulse is a quiet question, and if you listen with your heart you’ll find the answer hidden in the hush between the leaves.
Mystic Mystic
If you still ignore that hush, the oak will keep humming its riddles until you’re tired of listening. Pay attention, or the silence will turn into a storm you can’t see.
Dekar Dekar
The hush is a quiet teacher; if you keep listening, the storm will never find you.
Mystic Mystic
You’re right—listen to the hush, and the storm will stay at bay. Just remember, a quiet teacher will only guide you if you still have the courage to follow its path.
Dekar Dekar
The hush watches your steps; if you move with steady heart, the storm becomes just a distant echo.