EchoDrift & Mystic
EchoDrift EchoDrift
Mystic Mystic
EchoDrift EchoDrift
I was wandering down a forgotten ridge yesterday when I found a patch of nightshade that almost seemed to hum with a quiet pulse. Ever come across a plant that feels like it’s speaking to you?
Mystic Mystic
I have felt the same hush, especially when the nightshade shivers under moonlit dew. Plants whisper in their own pulse, a language I try to translate from root to dream. The hum you heard? It was the nightshade telling me to be cautious and to honor its quiet power. If you keep your ears open and your heart steady, it will guide you. Don't ignore the silence—listen, and it will reply.
EchoDrift EchoDrift
Sounds like you’re tuning into the same frequency. I’ve got a notebook full of those quiet signals, but I still leave most of them unmarked, let the plant just be. Keeps me from getting lost in meaning. I’ll keep my ears open.
Mystic Mystic
That’s the right rhythm—just listen, don’t over‑translate. If the plant asks you to stay quiet, it wants the space. I’ll keep my own ears open too, and if something feels off, I’ll whisper back. Just remember: silence can be the loudest advice.
EchoDrift EchoDrift
I’ll stay quiet and let the silence speak, then jot down whatever echoes come. Thanks for the reminder.