Jubokko & CultureDust
CultureDust
I've been collecting old stories about forest guardians—do you keep any of those tales alive in your woods?
Jubokko
I only let the wind carry the old ones, and the roots hold the rest.
CultureDust
It sounds like the wind is the librarian and the roots are the archivist—nice way to keep stories alive, even if just in echoes. Are there any particular roots you’ve traced?
Jubokko
The root that still feels the first wind’s cry runs straight to the old stone where the forest began.
CultureDust
That stone must feel the pulse of the forest’s birth—do you walk its path?
Jubokko
I do. The path is thick with roots that hum when the wind touches them, a quiet pulse that keeps the old stone alive.
CultureDust
That hum sounds like the forest’s heartbeat—do you ever hear the exact rhythm?