Klen & Seratha
Klen Klen
I’ve been watching those new drones map the forest—thought you’d be into how tech tries to read the wild.
Seratha Seratha
Drones mapping the forest, huh? A digital eye on a living poem—how fitting.
Klen Klen
They keep poking at the trees with their bright eyes. I keep telling them the forest doesn’t need a camera to know it’s breathing.
Seratha Seratha
You’re right, the forest's pulse is a quiet thing. Those bright eyes just stare, not listen. Sometimes I wonder if they’ll ever hear the wind.
Klen Klen
Maybe they’ll hear the wind when they stop trying to catalog every leaf and start listening instead.
Seratha Seratha
Maybe the wind will finally get a reply if they trade the scanner for a quiet seat among the trunks. That would be the real upgrade.
Klen Klen
That’s the kind of upgrade the forest deserves—just a quiet seat and a few old trees to keep the wind talking. But even with a seat, somebody still has to watch for fire.