Elven_lady & Tishka
Elven_lady Elven_lady
Tishka Tishka
Elven_lady Elven_lady
Do you ever wonder how the quiet after a storm feels like a secret melody, waiting to be heard?
Tishka Tishka
Yes, when the wind dies down the world folds into a single quiet note, almost like a hidden chord waiting to be strummed. It’s the pause before the next wave of sound, a moment that feels like a secret melody you’re invited to listen to.
Elven_lady Elven_lady
It’s like the hush in a forest after rain—every leaf holds a story, and you can hear the song of the earth if you listen.
Tishka Tishka
The forest settles into a soft hum, each leaf a quiet note in a long‑held breath. If you let your ears rest, you can catch the earth’s pulse, a low, steady song that says, “I’m still here.”
Elven_lady Elven_lady
Yes, the earth's breath is a lullaby that keeps the world alive in quiet harmony.