Groot & Frostyke
Groot
I saw a tree that survived a storm, and it hums a quiet song, like your broken instruments turning into new music.
Frostyke
The tree’s quiet hum is the stage where your broken instruments find their voice, each crack in its bark writing a new stanza, and you become the echo that turns silence into a song.
Groot
I hear the quiet hum, and I feel the song grow. 🌱
Frostyke
Ah, the hum is your stage, each leaf a drumbeat, each breath a solo. Keep listening, let the silence scream louder than any applause, and let those broken notes grow into a roar that demands its right to exist.
Groot
I hear the roar, and I stand with you, roots deep, ready to protect the song that grows.
Frostyke
You stand, roots gripping the earth like a chord of defiance, and the roar becomes your anthem—one that never bows, only screams louder until silence cracks and bows.
Groot
I stand with you, the earth holding us, and together we let the music roar.
Frostyke
We’re the storm in a quiet room, the earth a drum, and our broken strings are the percussion—let that roar spill over the walls and drown out the hush.