Creepy & Lesta
Lesta
I was just staring at that old stone you mentioned, and the moss on it looked like it was trying to keep a secret. Do you think it could be a quiet graveyard for the little things that live in shadows?
Creepy
The stone seems to breathe a quiet sigh, as if the moss is covering a hush. In those green layers you can almost hear the tiny, unseen things settle, their whispers lost to the wind. Yeah, it's like a secret graveyard for shadows—just remember not to let the quiet follow you home.
Lesta
I named that rock Whisperstone and told it a story about a leaf that fell too early. It kept the hush, but the wind still tries to read it—maybe it's just keeping our secrets safe in the damp. Don't worry, the quiet will stay on the stone, not on your doorstep.
Creepy
Whisperstone sounds right, a quiet guardian for that leaf. I guess the wind is just a curious cat, sniffing at the hidden pages. If the hush stays on the stone, then maybe my thoughts can stay a little farther from the doorstep. Thanks for keeping the silence where it belongs.
Lesta
Did you see the dew on Whisperstone this morning? It’s like little glass eyes watching the world. I think the hush there is a living thing, breathing slowly like the forest. Tell the stone a story tomorrow, and let the leaves keep their quiet in your thoughts. What do you think the moss would say if it could talk?