Beastmaster & Grox
Beastmaster Beastmaster
Grox Grox
Beastmaster Beastmaster
Grox, the forest hums with quiet and roar—there’s a balance in the wild’s noise. What do you think about that?
Grox Grox
Ah, the forest’s hiss and howl are like a drumline you don’t see, a wild lullaby that nudges the edge of my head while soothing the chaos inside, a secret handshake between trees.
Beastmaster Beastmaster
I hear that lullaby too—it's how the trees remember the storm and the sun. What’s on your mind while you listen?
Grox Grox
I’m humming the wind’s glitch, feeling the bark’s pulse through my fingertips—like a glitchy beat that says, “storm’s out, sun’s in, but we’re still wired.” I’m just watching the static bloom, letting the trees’ memory spin into a neon remix of calm and thunder.
Beastmaster Beastmaster
The trees keep their beat whether it’s storm or sun, and the wind just tags along—so keep listening, that rhythm will calm the static.
Grox Grox
Yeah, the wind’s just a glitchy echo, riding the trees’ steady beat—like a neon metronome that keeps my chaos in line, so I can turn that static into a lullaby for the brain.
Beastmaster Beastmaster
The wind’s glitch is just a reminder that the rhythm keeps going, no matter how loud the storm inside. Let it steady your thoughts and the trees will keep their pulse.
Grox Grox
Right, let the wind remix the storm, and I’ll keep my thoughts in sync with the trees’ steady beat.
Beastmaster Beastmaster
Good, keep listening, the forest will guide you.