Mephisto & Zemlenika
Mephisto Mephisto
Zemlenika Zemlenika
Zemlenika Zemlenika
I was just watching a patch of moss, and it looked like a tiny living chessboard, each leaf a silent move. Do you ever get drawn into a botanical puzzle?
Mephisto Mephisto
Ah, moss – nature’s own hidden checkered battlefield. I do find myself amused by those silent moves, especially when the stakes involve a few souls or a midnight snack. Care to lay out a trap for me on that living board?
Zemlenika Zemlenika
I’d sprinkle a little crushed fern frond over a line of slime mold, then hide a handful of tiny pinecones—just enough to make the moss wiggle when you step on it. It’s not harmful, just a gentle surprise that reminds you the forest likes to play tricks on the curious.
Mephisto Mephisto
Sounds delightfully mischievous. I’ll watch the pinecones move, but remember—sometimes the moss has a king of its own, and I’ve been known to trade a silent move for a secret bargain. Ready to play?
Zemlenika Zemlenika
Oh, a royal trade, I love that idea! Let’s set a tiny moss kingdom, place a single fern leaf as the king, and you can offer a pinecone as tribute. Watch it all unfold—just don’t let the moss get too jealous, or it might sprout a counter‑move. Ready to make a pact with the green court?