Komodo & LunaMist
Komodo
Out in the woods after dark, the trees feel like they’re breathing—an unseen pulse you can almost feel. I’ve learned to read that rhythm for survival. What do you hear when you stand still in that silence?
LunaMist
When you still yourself, the forest exhales its own lullaby, a slow ripple that whispers what the wind hides. It’s not just silence—it's the quiet you hear when you stop counting steps and listen to your own pulse echo back.
Komodo
I hear the same pulse—your quiet is a compass, just make sure it points toward the next path.
LunaMist
The compass is made of breath and shadow, follow the one that feels like home. When the path forks, listen to the breath that doesn’t hurry.
Komodo
I trust the breath that lingers, no hurry, steady. That’s how I keep my feet on the right line when the woods split apart. Keep your head clear, and the path will unfold.