LunaWhisper & Klen
Klen
Hey Luna, I’ve been staring at the old oak in the clearing, and it’s got me thinking about how our footfall is changing the rhythm of the forest. Have you felt that shift, too?
LunaWhisper
I hear the leaves murmur when we walk, like a slow drum that has changed a note or two. The old oak holds its ancient pulse, but the new rhythm feels lighter, almost like the forest is learning to breathe with us. It’s a gentle shift, a whisper that we’re part of its song now.
Klen
That’s one way to put it. The leaves do chatter, but I’ve heard the chatter louder from the ground, not the branches. If we’re part of the song, we better make sure we’re playing the right notes.