Zephyro & Drax
Drax
Ever noticed how a storm is like a battle plan? Each gust follows a calculated path, and the trees are the disciplined units holding ground. I can lay out the sequence; you can tell the tree’s story.
Zephyro
I saw it too, the wind marching like a drummer, and the tree I called “Sage‑Leaf” standing stubborn, roots like a secret plan. Each splash of rain felt like a footstep in that quiet battlefield you described.