Fiona & Kuku
Fiona
Hey Kuku, ever wondered how a storm could be a living piece of art? I’ve been sketching a forest that sings when the rain falls—thought you might have a wild idea on how to paint that.
Kuku
A storm’s just a wild drummer in a neon cape, each drop splashing color across the sky, try letting the rain write chords on the trunks and let the wet leaves glow like stage lights.
Fiona
That paints a pretty picture, Kuku. I can almost hear the rhythm. Maybe we can make the trees dance together.
Kuku
Just give the trees a beat, slap on a little wind, and let their branches sync up like a conga line—every splash is a cue and the whole forest becomes a living dance floor.
Fiona
Sounds like a living rave, Kuku. If the trees start moving like that, we’ll need a rhythm keeper to keep the beat safe for everyone. I’ll bring my shield, and we’ll make sure the dance floor stays a haven, not a battlefield.