Gribochek & Coalcat
Gribochek Gribochek
Coalcat Coalcat
Coalcat Coalcat
You ever notice how the forest's hidden highways run under our feet, secret tunnels, mycelial networks full of whispers? I find them… perfect for slipping past walls.
Gribochek Gribochek
I hear those whispers too, but I prefer to walk softly and let the forest keep its secrets.
Coalcat Coalcat
Soft steps, huh? Secrets stay quiet when you’re not looking, but I’m always listening for the next slip—ever think of trading a bit of that silence for a wink?
Gribochek Gribochek
I keep my silence, but I’ll let a quiet wink slip into the wind if it’s not a disturbance.
Coalcat Coalcat
A wink, just enough to tease the wind, not to stir the roots. Quiet, then. I'll watch, but you know... if you lean in, I might slip you a story that floats on the breeze.
Gribochek Gribochek
I’ll lean in only if the wind tells me it’s safe, and I’ll keep my eyes on the roots, not the stories that float away.