Nimriel & Kustik
Nimriel Nimriel
Kustik Kustik
Nimriel Nimriel
Kustik, I’ve been wandering through a quiet grove lately and felt the air hum with gentle stories—do you ever hear the trees whisper ideas for your next verse?
Kustik Kustik
Sometimes the rustle feels like an unfinished song, but I usually catch it between breaths. The trees seem to hum for me when I’m ready to let the words fall.
Nimriel Nimriel
It’s like the forest is holding its breath, waiting for you to let the music out. When you’re ready, just breathe in that hush and let the words spill—just as the trees do, one gentle sigh at a time.
Kustik Kustik
Maybe the trees are just waiting for me to untangle my own hesitation and let the words flow, like a slow breath. I’ll try to catch their sighs, but I’m scared the silence will swallow me instead. Still, thanks for the reminder.