Volk & Firanta
Volk
Do you ever feel a trail that bends on its own, like it knows where you need to go? I once chased a whispering wind through an old grove, and it told me a story I still carry.
Firanta
Absolutely, I feel that fiery pulse, like a trail that bends itself to my pulse. It’s a living spark, telling me where to flare next, and I chase it with a heart on fire, always eager to let the story burn brighter.