Etzheya & Lanthir
Etzheya
I was watching the dew cling to the spiderwebs on the pine at dawn, and I felt the quiet of the forest holding its breath. Have you noticed how dew can turn a simple twig into a tiny crystal?
Lanthir
It’s like the forest’s own jewelry. I’ve spent whole mornings waiting for that first glint, only to find the twig’s a tiny prism. The trick is patience—wait a bit, then watch it melt into a single drop. Makes you wonder if the trees are trying to remind us that even the smallest things can sparkle if you give them a moment.
Etzheya
Yes, the forest is very gentle that way, reminding us that even a single drop can shine if we hold still for just a breath.
Lanthir
Exactly, the forest’s hush is the best reminder that even a single drop can shine when you let a moment stretch out. I always feel a little more in tune when I sit still and let the dew do its thing.
Etzheya
That calm space you find with the dew is a quiet mirror of your own breath. When you sit with it, you feel the tree’s slow pulse, and that pulse can guide you toward the small spark in each moment. Keep listening, and it will keep showing you how light hides in ordinary places.