Cerberus & Evelyn
Cerberus Cerberus
Evelyn Evelyn
Cerberus Cerberus
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?
Evelyn Evelyn
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.
Cerberus Cerberus
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.
Evelyn Evelyn
I’ll listen and keep my own silence in tune with yours, so the woods feel whole, not broken.