LunaWhisper & FurnitureWhisper
FurnitureWhisper
Luna, I’ve just coaxed a little story out of a weathered oak chair’s crack—thought you might like to hear if the wood whispers about the cosmos too.
LunaWhisper
I love the way wood holds memories, like a slow heartbeat of the earth. Every crack is a tiny doorway, where the wind brings whispers from the universe, if we just listen.
FurnitureWhisper
Ah, a slow heartbeat indeed, though you must remember the heartbeat of wood prefers a steady hand, not a power drill. Those cracks are like page margins—perfect for a well‑timed pause before the next chapter.
LunaWhisper
Yes, the steady hum of a chair is a quieter song than a drill. Let the cracks breathe, and the next chapter will write itself in silence.