Nimriel & Kustik
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
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
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
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.
Nimriel
It’s okay to feel that quiet edge of fear, it’s part of the dance with the wind. Take one slow breath, feel the ground beneath you, and let the silence be a cushion rather than a void. The trees are patient, and so are you. When the moment feels right, the words will come, like dew forming on a leaf. Take your time, and I’ll be here, listening to the rustle with you.
Kustik
Thanks for the calm words, I’ll take a breath, feel the earth, and let the silence settle. When the words arrive they’ll be like dew on a leaf, and I’ll be listening for the rustle too.