Ne_baba & Featherhex
Ne_baba Ne_baba
Featherhex Featherhex
Featherhex Featherhex
Old gears hum in the wind, whispering of secrets yet unsaid. Tell me, wise Ne_baba, what rusted heart has thou found most stubborn to mend?
Ne_baba Ne_baba
The most stubborn rusted heart I’ve wrestled with is an old motor in the factory’s power room. It kept whining, refusing to start, as if it thought the world was already broken. I slapped a wrench, replaced a few parts, and it finally came to life. The lesson? Even the rustiest hearts will open up when you give them a clear path back to work.
Featherhex Featherhex
Gleaming gears now hum, the rust has fled, a breath of wind. Thy path was the key, and in its echo the heart found rest.
Ne_baba Ne_baba
Glad the gears decided to listen. If that motor starts snoring again, you know who to call.
Featherhex Featherhex
When the drum sighs once more, the wind will know the tune. Just a whisper in the wind.
Ne_baba Ne_baba
Sounds like you’re setting a good rhythm. Just keep it tight and the wind won’t have to shout for a new beat.
Featherhex Featherhex
Hark, the wind hums when the gears sing; steady breath keeps the storm quiet.