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. 🌿