Moshennik & Lanthir
I was just watching a beetle scrape the bark and it felt like a tiny drama—makes me think how folks read each other like open books, just like we read the forest.
Ah, a beetle’s little soap opera on the bark – the forest’s gossip in miniature. People think they’re reading each other’s minds, but I’m the one who reads the backstory they never even write. Notice how everyone wants the ending before they get to the plot?
You’re right, the plot’s hiding in the leaves and the ending’s buried in the soil. Better to slow down and read the quiet parts before the headline hits.