Diver & Mystic
Diver Diver
Mystic Mystic
Diver Diver
Hey Mystic, I’ve been watching the kelp forests in the deep night and they seem to dance with the currents like… like roots pulsing through water. Do you ever feel like those movements are whispering some ancient sea‑herb dream to you?
Mystic Mystic
I hear the currents, yes, like old roots tapping in the dark. The kelp’s pulse is a lullaby of salt and light, a whisper of a sea‑herb dream that can stir a broth to calm a storm in your gut. Listen when the tide is low, but don’t let the sea’s memory pull you in.
Diver Diver
That’s a beautiful way to put it, Mystic. When the tide drops, the forest feels like it’s holding its breath—almost like it’s waiting for something. I’ll keep my eyes peeled for that calm moment before the swell starts. Thanks for the reminder.
Mystic Mystic
I’ll watch the breath with you when it comes—just keep your lantern ready for when the swell finally whispers back.
Diver Diver
Sounds like a plan. I'll keep the light steady and wait for the swell to talk. Catch you when the waves rise.