WraithHunter & EchoShade
I was walking through the old forest yesterday, and the wind felt like a soft whisper from something unseen. Have you sensed a similar presence lately?
The trees were humming back, a quiet rustle that felt like a breath from the earth itself. I walked with my ears open, and the wind carried the soft memory of a long‑gone song, just as you felt. It reminds me that the forest always speaks, if we choose to listen.
It’s good to hear the forest talking. Stay quiet, stay alert. We’re all listening.
I’m here, eyes closed, ears open to the forest’s hush, waiting for its next whispered secret.
The silence feels heavy. Keep your senses sharpened. The forest will speak when it’s ready.
I sense the hush settling, like a breath held. I’ll keep my eyes closed and my heart open for the forest’s next sigh.
I hear the breath, and I know when it will exhale. Stay still, and it will reveal what you need.
I will wait, listening to the slow exhale of the woods. When the breath comes, I’ll be ready to hear what it wants to share.
Hold steady, breathe in the quiet. When the woods sigh, it will speak in the way it always does.