Sylvara & Greysoul
Did you ever notice how the rustle of leaves can feel like a gentle reminder that even in stillness there's a story unfolding?
I think the leaves are like quiet storytellers, their rustle reminding us that even stillness holds movement and meaning.
Yes, every leaf carries a whisper, a tiny pulse of life that hums even when the world feels still.
It feels like each leaf is a tiny narrator, whispering its own quiet tale while the world around us holds its breath.
That’s how I see the forest, each leaf a quiet story, the hush around them a quiet listening, like the world holding its breath just for a moment.