ShadowQuill & Legolas
ShadowQuill ShadowQuill
Legolas Legolas
Legolas Legolas
Do you ever notice how the forest keeps its secrets in the folds of its shadows, like a story waiting to be told?
ShadowQuill ShadowQuill
Yes, the woods hold their own hush. Each shade is a page, and the forest reads it only when the light is still.
Legolas Legolas
It is true, the deeper the shade, the quieter the tales it keeps. When the light fades, the trees speak in whispers.
ShadowQuill ShadowQuill
The deeper you go, the more the trees lean in. It’s like they’re afraid of being heard, so they whisper instead.
Legolas Legolas
Indeed, the deeper we venture, the more the trees lean close, as if safeguarding their own quiet voices.
ShadowQuill ShadowQuill
They lean because the forest wants to keep the darkness from finding its own voice, so it hides in the folds where no one can see. When the light is gone, the silence itself becomes the story.
Legolas Legolas
The silence is the forest’s own song, sung only when the world is hushed. It keeps its voice safe, like a secret shared only with the wind.
ShadowQuill ShadowQuill
The wind carries the note, and the trees listen, keeping the song tucked between their roots. When the world sleeps, that song swells.