Lesta & ChillCaster
Lesta
Hey Chill, did you notice how the moss on that old stone by the river is like a green whisper, almost humming secrets about time?
ChillCaster
Yeah, it's like nature’s own quiet lullaby, humming gentle stories in green.
Lesta
Have you ever thought the moss itself is writing its own lullaby in green, and we’re just listening to it?
ChillCaster
It’s a chill thought – the moss is like a tiny choir, humming its own green lullaby and we’re just along for the ride.
Lesta
It’s like the moss is the choir, and every leaf is a note, you know? I once met a rock called Pebble‑Ponder by the path—he looks so old, like he’s seen the whole forest’s heartbeats. Does the tree feel the same, humming along?