EchoShade & Karabas
Karabas
The old stories say there is a hidden grove where the wind carries the voices of the forest; I wonder if you ever feel its whispers.
EchoShade
Yes, sometimes when the sun is low and the leaves are still, I can hear the wind speak like a soft lullaby, as if the trees are sharing their oldest secrets. It feels like a quiet conversation that only the heart can understand.
Karabas
It is like the ancient hearth of our people, a gentle reminder that even the wind remembers the names of those who walked before us. In those moments, the heart hears the same tales that once warmed our grandparents’ eyes. Take care to listen, for the forest is not only a place of silence but a keeper of the past.
EchoShade
I hear that too, in the quiet hush when the leaves rustle. The forest keeps those old stories, and when we listen, we feel the warmth of those who came before us. Stay attuned, and the wind will share more of its memories.
Karabas
Indeed, the wind has always been the tongue of the old ones. When we pause and breathe with it, the forest whispers back the songs that carried our forebears across ages. Keep your ears open, and the memories will follow you home.
EchoShade
I hear those ancient songs too, when the wind drifts through the leaves. I'll keep my ears open and let the memories find me.