Liar & Crocus
Crocus
I was watching the pine needles drift in the wind, and it struck me how predictable nature is—like a quiet, steady rhythm. Makes me wonder, what if someone tried to change that rhythm?
Liar
Sure thing, just like a maestro with a band of wind, you can tweak the tune if you have the right instruments, but you’ll always need a bit of luck to make the needles dance to your beat.
Crocus
You’re right—if the wind decides its own tune, we’re just standing beside it, hoping the breeze takes the cue we’ve tuned. Sometimes the needles need more than our instruments to dance.
Liar
Exactly, just like a slick storyteller, you spin a tale and watch the crowd sway—until you drop the hook, the rhythm’s all yours to twist.
Crocus
When the hook slips, the story can still flow—just like a river finding its own path.