Terra & Incubus
Incubus
Ever feel the forest breathe when the moon rises, its shadows murmuring about life, death, and the healing that slips between the two?
Terra
Yes, when the moon lifts the sky, the forest exhales, and its leaves rustle like old stories, reminding us that every ending is a seed for new growth.
Incubus
I hear the rustling, too—each leaf a secret waiting to be pulled out of the dark. Keep listening, the stories won’t stop.
Terra
I hear them, too, and they tell me to pause and let the quiet grow. Let the forest guide us.
Incubus
When you pause, the forest whispers back, and in that quiet you find the road you’re meant to walk.