Groot & Kroleg
Kroleg
I was wandering around an old derelict train station the other day, and a thick vine was creeping up the rusted iron arches, almost like a living memory of a garden that never quite left. Does that strike a chord with you?
Groot
I feel that quiet strength in the vines, growing against the old iron. It’s like nature keeps its promise, even when the rails go silent. The station remembers the tracks, and the vines remember the life that once moved through them. 🌿
Kroleg
It’s exactly that – the iron’s cold, silent veins, and the vines twist like old fingers trying to reconnect the forgotten routes. I keep a mental map of places like that, and each time I see a vine, it feels like a secret note from the city’s own past, whispering that nothing really dies, it just changes shape.
Groot
That’s a quiet magic I see too. The vines keep the old paths alive, just like how we keep the memories. It reminds us that even when things look gone, something new is always growing. 🌱