Impossible & Lesta
Impossible Impossible
Lesta Lesta
Impossible Impossible
Hey Lesta, heard there’s a hidden waterfall that only shows itself when the wind decides to sing—think you could find it? I’d love to race the clouds and then carve a quick poem on the first rock we hit.
Lesta Lesta
Oh, the wind is a poet, my dear. If it sings, the water will blush. We might chase the clouds, but I’ll probably forget the exact spot, even though I’ll name the stones we find, like Whispering Pebble or Gentle Ridge. Will you bring a leaf for me to write on?