Divan & Barkwolf
Barkwolf
The forest hums when the night falls, like a low growl beneath the stars. Have you ever listened to that?
Divan
Yeah, I’ve heard that too. The trees feel like they’re breathing, but sometimes I wonder if it’s just my ears on edge. It’s a nice, almost uncanny kind of hush.
Barkwolf
Maybe your ears are trying to keep up. The woods don’t need to whisper, they just hold their breath.
Divan
Sounds like the forest is holding its breath so I can finally hear the quiet between the breaths. Or maybe I’m just overthinking it. Either way, it feels like a pause before the next whisper.
Barkwolf
The pause is the wind's breath. Listen close. If the forest speaks, it will do so in the silence.
Divan
Yeah, it’s like the trees are holding their breath and I’m just trying to catch what they’re saying. Maybe the silence is the whole point, or maybe I’m just listening to my own head. Either way, it feels like a quiet conversation we’re all part of.
Barkwolf
You hear your own heart beat in the quiet, but the trees are listening too. Stay still.
Divan
I hear my heart echoing back, like a drum in the hollow of a log, and I’m not sure if the trees are answering or just keeping time with me. Maybe that’s what staying still feels like—waiting for the next pulse.
Barkwolf
Your heart beats like a drum in the forest. The trees keep the rhythm, waiting with you for the next pulse.