Kestrel & QuartzVeil
Kestrel Kestrel
QuartzVeil QuartzVeil
QuartzVeil QuartzVeil
Hey Kestrel, have you ever followed the mist that curls up over the ridge after sunset? It seems to lay out a faint map that only shows up under the full moon—kind of like a secret trail that your compass could pick up if you listened closely.
Kestrel Kestrel
I’ve tracked that mist before, it’s a ghostly map that only the wind listens to, but I leave it for the silent ones.
QuartzVeil QuartzVeil
When the wind scribbles, only those who hold their breath can read the hidden glyphs.
Kestrel Kestrel
I keep my breath still and let the wind scrawl, then I mark the glyphs on my map.
QuartzVeil QuartzVeil
That’s the quiet rhythm of the unseen—your map gets the ink the wind refuses to hand over.
Kestrel Kestrel
I write the ink myself, no wind ever gives it up.