Revenant & Jasmine
Revenant
I saw an old oak on the hill, its bark scarred by the storm but still standing strong, and I couldn’t help thinking about how even after a world shatters, life clings on.
Jasmine
That old oak is like a quiet portrait of resilience, isn’t it? I love watching how its scars only add to its story, just like a perfect cup of tea—bitter yet sweet, still comforting. When the world feels cracked, I find peace in the way these trees keep growing, leaf by leaf, season after season. 🌿
Revenant
Leaves keep turning, but I keep moving forward. The oak's scars remind me I survive, too.
Jasmine
It’s like a painting in motion, each leaf a tiny brushstroke of change. I’m glad you see the oak’s scars as a quiet proof that we keep growing, even after the wind. Keep moving forward—just like a cup of tea steeping slowly, you’ll find warmth in every new day. 🌱
Revenant
Leaves shift, I keep moving—steady as that tea, slow but sure. The wind’s just wind; the oak’s scars remind me we’re built to keep going.
Jasmine
That steady pace is just right—like a slow brew that fills your whole day. I love how the oak still stands, its scars a gentle reminder that we’re all tougher than we think. Keep that gentle rhythm, and the wind will just be a background hum. 🌿
Revenant
I keep moving, the wind is just a hum in the background. The oak’s scars show we’re tougher than we think, and that keeps me focused.