Madril & Sylvienne
Madril Madril
Sylvienne Sylvienne
Sylvienne Sylvienne
I’ve been watching the old oak’s shadow patterns at night; it’s odd how they shift. Do you think there’s something out there, or am I just seeing my own anxieties?
Madril Madril
It sounds like the wind is playing tricks, but it could also be a reminder to look for patterns that might tell a story. Sometimes our minds fill gaps, especially when the night feels a bit too quiet. Try watching a few more nights, and maybe write down what you notice; that can help separate the real shifts from the echoes of your own thoughts.
Sylvienne Sylvienne
Thanks, I’ll jot it down. I’ll keep an eye on the tree’s sway, but I’m not trusting it yet.
Madril Madril
That sounds like a thoughtful plan. Trusting what you observe takes time, so keep noting what feels genuine and what feels like a flicker of the mind. The oak will keep its rhythm; you’ll learn its true song.
Sylvienne Sylvienne
I’ll mark the times the wind hits the bark and the times the leaves fall, just to be sure I’m not chasing my own head. The oak’s rhythm will tell me if I’m listening or just listening to myself.