ShadowQuill & Legolas
Do you ever notice how the forest keeps its secrets in the folds of its shadows, like a story waiting to be told?
Yes, the woods hold their own hush. Each shade is a page, and the forest reads it only when the light is still.
It is true, the deeper the shade, the quieter the tales it keeps. When the light fades, the trees speak in whispers.
The deeper you go, the more the trees lean in. It’s like they’re afraid of being heard, so they whisper instead.
Indeed, the deeper we venture, the more the trees lean close, as if safeguarding their own quiet voices.