Kusaka & Kustik
Kustik
Hey, have you ever listened to the way the wind curls around the old pine ridge, almost like a secret drumbeat that only the forest can hear?
Kusaka
Yeah, the wind's got a rhythm up there, almost like the trees are tapping a secret beat that only the forest hears.
Kustik
I love that feeling, when the breeze feels like a hidden drum and you’re the only one in the crowd, hearing the song that never quite reaches the world outside the forest.
Kusaka
It’s the same with the wind—if you listen close, it tells stories that the rest of the world misses. Just make sure you’re ready to step out when the trail shifts.
Kustik
Sounds like the wind’s a keeper of tales, and I’m just a footnote in its rhythm. I'll keep my ears open, but if the trail pulls me away, I’ll let it pull me.