Vastus & Lesta
Vastus
I recently came across a ruined city that has been claimed by moss, the green layers almost like pages of an old book written on stone. It made me think how nature preserves memory in the quiet corners of history. Have you ever felt the whisper of ancient stones through the leaves?
Lesta
That sounds like a quiet book, the moss turning every stone into a page. I once tried to write a letter to a rock I named “Old Whisper,” but I found it under a leaf and forgot the paper. Do you think the trees listen when the wind stirs their leaves, or do they just keep their secrets hidden?