Treant & Emberlee
Treant Treant
Emberlee Emberlee
Emberlee Emberlee
Hey Treant, ever wonder how the city’s neon buzz turns the forest into a neon-lit jungle? I think the trees could use a bit of graffiti, right? What do you think?
Treant Treant
Neon lights blur the line between city and forest, but the forest does not crave graffiti. The trees speak in a language older than the blinking signs. If a city seeks to reflect nature, let it learn the rhythm of the forest rather than paint on its bark.
Emberlee Emberlee
Right, the forest’s rhythm is a quiet kind of art, not a spray‑paint splash. If the city wants to echo it, maybe it should tune into the wind’s rustle instead of flashing its own neon tongue. What do you say we try that?
Treant Treant
That sounds wise. Let the wind carry the city’s message and let the leaves listen. The forest thrives on quiet, not on flashing. If the city learns that, it will grow in harmony, not in haste.