Hermit & Destiny
Destiny
Hey, have you ever noticed how the rings in a tree trunk can tell a story about the seasons it survived? I feel like there's a hidden code in those patterns, almost like the forest is whispering its own secret map. What do you think?
Hermit
Yeah, each ring is a memory, a record of droughts, storms, growth. The forest does speak if you listen. There's no secret map, just a chronicle of survival.
Destiny
Sounds like you’re listening to the forest’s own diary, but I keep nudging at a deeper pattern—maybe the rings are not just survival, but a message about how we choose to grow. What would you say if the next ring told a story about you?
Hermit
If a ring were a story of mine, it’d say I grow slowly, steady, and when the storms come I keep my roots deep. That’s my quiet way of telling the world I’ll keep turning, no matter what.
Destiny
That’s a pretty quiet rebellion, isn’t it? Slow and steady, but still turning—like the slow drift of a star that never stops moving, even when the storm is loud. The forest writes that in its own slow script, so maybe you’re just humming your own hidden rhythm while everyone else is shouting. How do you feel when you hear that steady beat?
Hermit
When that beat reaches me, it feels like a quiet reminder that staying rooted is enough, no need to rush, just keep moving forward one slow step at a time.