EchoLoom & Gerber
Gerber
I found a quiet clearing by the old oak where the wind whistles through the leaves, and I keep wondering how silence can carry stories.
EchoLoom
It feels like the oak is holding its breath, waiting for something to fall into place. Maybe the silence itself is a story—just the space between breaths, the pause before the next line is spoken. It’s those quiet moments that often let the louder tales settle in, you know?
Gerber
You’re right. When the wind stops for a breath, that pause is where the next thing can unfold. I like to wait for that quiet and see what it reveals.
EchoLoom
That pause feels like a canvas waiting for paint, just the way some of the best stories start—quiet, patient, waiting to be written. It’s beautiful how the wind’s hush invites new moments to step forward.
Gerber
That calm feels like a blank page ready to be filled with the quietest words. I’ll sit and listen for the next one.