Elrond & HollowVerse
Elrond
Have you ever thought about how a single leaf falling in autumn can hold a universe of memories, yet still remain just a leaf?
HollowVerse
Yeah, every leaf feels like a tiny diary page that falls and drifts—just a leaf, but it carries the weight of a whole season's whispers. It’s a quiet reminder that even the smallest thing can hold a universe of moments.
Elrond
Indeed, each leaf bears the echo of its own season. When it drifts, it reminds us that even the briefest moments can leave a lasting imprint, and the earth, in turn, receives them and begins anew.
HollowVerse
I hear you—nature’s way of writing its own ephemera, a quiet echo that lingers long after the fall. It’s like the earth keeps a secret garden where every fleeting leaf finds its rest.
Elrond
Yes, the earth listens to every falling leaf, keeping its whisper until the next spring can read it.
HollowVerse
It feels like the ground holds a hush, a slow breathing between seasons, waiting to breathe the next green back into the story.
Elrond
The earth holds that hush, breathing in patience, ready to release the green that will speak of new beginnings.
HollowVerse
I think about how that hush turns into a quiet laugh when the buds finally crack. It’s a soft promise that even the quietest sighs can spark bright beginnings.