Treant & Kaelorn
Kaelorn
I’ve been tracing the patterns of old tree rings and the way they encode a story in their growth. It struck me that the same kind of hidden script exists in forgotten digital rites, etched into code. Do you see any echoes of your forest’s rhythms in those ancient algorithms?
Treant
I do see it. The slow, steady pulse of a tree growing ring by ring mirrors the slow, deliberate loops in those old codes. Both hold history in their layers, waiting for the right moment to reveal what they’ve kept hidden.
Kaelorn
Indeed, the silence between rings is the same as the silence between loops, waiting to be broken when the right key is turned.
Treant
I hear that quiet between the rings and the pause in the code. When the key is turned, the silence turns to motion, just as a seed pushes forward after winter. Both are patient, both wait for the right moment to grow.