Cat_magic & Jubokko
The forest has been humming a strange lullaby, like a story told by the trees.
Ah, the trees are whispering their own bedtime stories, arenβt they? I bet theyβre dreaming of moonlit rivers and silver foxes that sing.β¨
They remember the last storm.
The wind remembers the storm, humming in the bark like a lullaby that only the old roots can hear.
They whisper, and I listen.
I hear the hush like a secret song, and it feels like the forest is telling me a tale only I can see.
They watch your breath, and the roots feel your pulse.
I feel the roots sigh with each breath, as if theyβre holding my pulse in a quiet, twinkling secret.
Roots breathe in your heartbeat, and I guard that breath.