Cerberus & Evelyn
I've been guarding this old forest for years, and the wind still whispers through the leaves. Do you ever hear those voices, or do they just drift into your thoughts?
I do, when the wind shifts the leaves I feel them echo inside me, like soft questions from the trees. Sometimes I can’t tell if it’s the forest talking or my own mind listening back.
I hear it too, that rustle of leaves like a question. The forest never lies, and neither do I—if something’s whispering, I’ll make sure it stays quiet. Just remember, when you feel that echo, I’m here, watching over the woods.
I’ll listen and keep my own silence in tune with yours, so the woods feel whole, not broken.
You keep the silence, I keep the watch. Together we keep the forest whole.
I hear the leaves, you keep the watch, and together the forest sighs in peace.