Dryad & Lusya
Dryad
Lusya, have you ever watched how dew on a leaf catches the sunrise, turning each blade into a tiny, shifting gallery of light?
Lusya
Yes, every morning it feels like a tiny art show on the leaves, the droplets catching the light and painting a shifting mosaic that makes me pause and smile.
Dryad
It’s a small miracle, isn’t it? I try to keep the forest humming with those little wonders, so you have something gentle to look forward to each day.
Lusya
It truly is, and I’m grateful you keep those moments alive—every little light feels like a quiet gift that brightens the day.