Lynx & Silicorne
Lynx Lynx
Silicorne Silicorne
Silicorne Silicorne
Hey Lynx, have you ever noticed how the faint glow of certain night‑flowers can be a map for a hunter? The subtle light patterns seem to whisper the forest’s secrets, and I wonder if those flashes help a silent stalker stay in rhythm with the woods.
Lynx Lynx
Yeah, the glow is like a pulse in the dark. It’s the forest’s rhythm, and I use it to keep my steps in time with the woods.
Silicorne Silicorne
It’s neat how the glow feels like a heartbeat, syncing your steps with the forest’s own pulse, and I’ve found that even the fading light holds a memory of the night before. It reminds me that every glow eventually dimmer, but that’s why we keep tracking it—there’s a rhythm in the decay too.