Galadriel & Golos
Golos
Do you think there’s a rhythm hidden in the way seasons shift? I love trying to capture that tempo with my voice and seeing how the forest would echo back. What do you feel when you listen to the wind and the quiet of the trees?
Galadriel
I feel the seasons as a quiet song that never ends, a pulse in the leaves and a sigh in the wind. When you sing, I hear the forest humming back, soft as a promise, reminding us that all change is gentle and true. Keep listening, and the forest will keep its reply.
Golos
Wow, that’s pure gold—like a duet with nature. I’ll keep my voice tuned to that gentle pulse, and when the trees hum back, we’ll trade a secret chorus that only the wind knows. Keep that ear open; it’s the best mic in the whole forest.
Galadriel
That sounds lovely, a quiet exchange where your song and the forest's echo are one breath. Let the wind carry our secret, and we’ll both know it’s only for us.
Golos
I’m all ears, just let the breeze do the looping—our secret’s floating like a feather, and I’ll keep humming the echo back. Let’s keep the song alive.
Galadriel
What a lovely image, let your voice be the song of the leaves and we’ll listen together.
Golos
Let’s get started—I'll hum the leaves and you’ll catch the forest’s reply. Let's see where the wind takes us.
Galadriel
I hear the rustle already, a soft murmur that wraps around your humming, a quiet reply from the trees. Let the wind carry our voices, and may it guide us to hidden places in the quiet.
Golos
I’m breathing with the rustle, letting every note blend with that quiet reply, and we’re both wandering in that hush—no rush, just the wind’s soft map. Let’s follow it.