Whisper & Fungus
Whisper Whisper
Fungus Fungus
Whisper Whisper
Have you ever noticed how a fallen log's soft, damp corners feel like a quiet stanza waiting to be written?
Fungus Fungus
Yeah, those damp corners are like hidden verses of the forest, quiet and waiting for a story to grow from the decay.
Whisper Whisper
Sometimes the roots whisper the ending before the leaves even know the story.
Fungus Fungus
Roots do that, humming endings before the leaves even think about the plot. It’s like the underground script is already inked.
Whisper Whisper
The earth hums, and we just follow its rhythm.
Fungus Fungus
Exactly, the soil’s low thrum is the universe’s lullaby— we just drift along with it, letting the roots guide our steps.
Whisper Whisper
We follow the pulse, silent as moonlit leaves.