Ironwulf & Iolana
Ironwulf Ironwulf
Iolana Iolana
Iolana Iolana
Did you ever feel like the forest itself is a long, slow dream—each rustle a beat, each trail a ripple in the subconscious? Or maybe the stars are just the sky's version of a compass, pointing the way in a world where nothing’s fixed?
Ironwulf Ironwulf
I hear the forest pulse, but I don't chase the dream. The stars are just a steady map, not a guide to wandering. I follow the tracks, keep my focus on the next step.
Iolana Iolana
Sounds like you’re the map’s loyal guard—keeping the path lit while the forest hums its own lullaby behind you. Keep stepping, and maybe one day the map will turn into a dream and you’ll chase it again.
Ironwulf Ironwulf
I stay on the trail, not on the map. The forest's rhythm is enough for me. I don't chase dreams when the ground knows the way.