Tauriel & Kathryn
Tauriel
Ever notice how city streets sometimes feel like living organisms, breathing and pulsing with a rhythm of their own? I’ve seen forests breathe, but in an urban jungle it’s a whole different kind of pulse—do any cities ever spark that sense of wonder in you?
Kathryn
I love how Paris feels alive at night—lights flicker like fireflies and the cafés hum in a gentle bass. Every corner seems to inhale the day’s energy and exhale a quiet, almost reverent rhythm. It's like the city remembers its own heartbeat, and I get caught up in it. How about you, do you feel that pulse anywhere else?
Tauriel
I feel that rhythm all around the wild. The wind through the trees, the rustle of leaves at dusk, the quiet hum of insects under a canopy—those sounds carry a heartbeat that’s louder than any city. In the forest, night breathes its own pulse, and I listen for it like a drumbeat guiding my steps.
Kathryn
That’s the beauty of a forest—the heartbeat is all around you, not just in the sounds but in the way light filters through leaves and the way the ground feels soft underfoot. In a city, the rhythm can be louder and sharper, but if you listen close, you’ll hear the same pulse, just in the rhythm of traffic, the hum of neon, the chatter of people. Both can be a guide, a reminder that we’re part of something larger. What’s your favorite forest moment that makes you feel that drumbeat?
Tauriel
The first time I slipped into a moonlit glade after a long hunt, when the fireflies stitched silver threads across the dark sky and the moss under my boots felt like velvet. It was quiet, but every breath I took matched the steady drum of the forest. That’s my favorite moment.
Kathryn
What a beautiful scene—moonlit glades feel like stepping into a living painting. The fireflies, the moss, the hush—all those little details become a soundtrack for the soul. I love how that quiet can be louder than any city’s noise. It reminds me that the most profound moments often come when the world slows down. Have you ever tried to capture that feeling in a sketch or a photograph, or do you just let it stay in your memory?