LunaWhisper & Klen
Klen
Hey Luna, I’ve been staring at the old oak in the clearing, and it’s got me thinking about how our footfall is changing the rhythm of the forest. Have you felt that shift, too?
LunaWhisper
I hear the leaves murmur when we walk, like a slow drum that has changed a note or two. The old oak holds its ancient pulse, but the new rhythm feels lighter, almost like the forest is learning to breathe with us. It’s a gentle shift, a whisper that we’re part of its song now.
Klen
That’s one way to put it. The leaves do chatter, but I’ve heard the chatter louder from the ground, not the branches. If we’re part of the song, we better make sure we’re playing the right notes.
LunaWhisper
I feel the ground hum too, a deeper bass that reminds us we’re still learning the score. Take a breath, feel the earth’s pulse, and let your steps sync with its rhythm—then the notes you play will echo the forest’s true song.
Klen
Thanks for the reminder. I've been stepping a bit heavy, but I’ll try to feel the earth’s beat. Let's see if the trees notice.
LunaWhisper
The trees will listen, even if it takes a season for their leaves to reply. Take it slow, feel the ground, and let your footsteps be a gentle conversation.
Klen
Alright, I’ll slow down and try to keep the boots off the roots. If it still rips the bark, I’ll have to stop.