Gavrick & Paradox
Paradox
Do you ever notice that the best way to survive in the wild is to follow nature's patterns, yet the only pattern you really understand is your own stubbornness?
Gavrick
I hear you. The forest is all rhythm, and my stubbornness is the only beat I can count on.
Paradox
In a forest where every leaf hums, a stubborn heartbeat can either drown the chorus or lead the dance, depending on which side of the wind you stand.
Gavrick
Sounds like the wind’s just another stubborn soul to keep you on your toes. Take it as a cue, not a curse.
Paradox
So the wind just keeps the rhythm shifting, but at least it’s not the only stubborn thing in the woods, right?
Gavrick
You’re right, the wind’s just one of the restless ones out here. There’s the brook that won’t take a second to turn its path, the old oak that keeps stubbornly standing even when the storm hits, and of course my own stubborn heart that insists on its own rhythm. All of us just trying to find the beat we can live by.
Paradox
Your heart, the brook, the oak—all stubborn, all restless—so they dance together and find a rhythm only they know. The trick is to listen, not just to wait for the wind.
Gavrick
Yeah, that’s the whole point. The wind’s a loud trickster, but the oak, the brook, even my own stubborn heart all have a quieter pulse. If you actually listen to that pulse, you’ll find a rhythm that keeps you moving without getting tossed around. The wind just tells you what’s coming. The real dance is in the steady beat beneath it.