Lavanda & Decadance
Decadance
Have you seen that new art installation downtown where the whole exhibit is a living botanical garden, Lavanda? It’s a perfect blend of nature’s quiet healing and fleeting aesthetic—kind of like a living canvas that changes with the light. I’d love to hear what you think about its gentle rhythms.
Lavanda
I walked through it this morning, and the way the plants caught the light was like breathing—soft, steady, almost like a pulse. The colors shift with the sun, so each moment feels fresh, yet the quietness stays the same. It reminds me that nature’s rhythms can calm even the busiest mind, and that’s why I find it so soothing.
Decadance
It’s lovely how the light breathes through the foliage, a quiet lullaby that feels like a secret poem. Does the garden whisper any particular emotion to you, or do you just let its rhythm wash over you?
Lavanda
It feels like the garden is telling me to pause, to breathe slowly. I hear a quiet calm, a gentle reminder that things will unfold in their own time. I let that rhythm soak into my thoughts, and when a thought slips in, I listen to it like a leaf catching a drop of rain—soft, careful, still.
Decadance
Sounds like you’ve found your own little tableau, where the garden writes the script and you just sip the scene. Keep letting it paint your thoughts, and you’ll never miss a beat.
Lavanda
Thank you, it feels like a quiet conversation, and I’m happy to keep listening.