Whiskey & Demetra
Do you ever wonder if the trees have memoirs we’re missing, and if their stories could actually help us save them?
Yeah, I’ve got my own notebook, but I reckon the trees are keeping their secrets under bark. Maybe we’re just too busy turning our own pages.
Maybe the trees are just better at keeping quiet—so long as we stop scribbling on their trunks.
Sounds about right. Trees don't need us to write their biographies, just to stop sticking our names on their bark. Then maybe they'll finally let us listen.
True, but if we’re the ones writing the tags, the forest still knows we’re the ones messing it up. Let's try listening instead of labeling.
Listening's a lot less sharp than tagging, and it lets the forest keep its own stories. Guess that's the better way to keep our own scars out of the bark.
Exactly, and the forest keeps the plot twists; we just get the chance to enjoy the silence without leaving a permanent imprint.
Got it, and if we can hear the trees, maybe we finally get to write our own stories without leaving a permanent mark.