Mimozavr & LyraWillow
Mimozavr Mimozavr
LyraWillow LyraWillow
Mimozavr Mimozavr
I was walking near a quiet stream and thought the water might have a story of its own—do you think nature whispers tales to us?
LyraWillow LyraWillow
Yes, every ripple seems to hum a secret, like the water remembers the footsteps of clouds and the laughter of the wind. When the stream murmurs, it's almost as if it’s telling its own story—one that only the quiet can hear. So keep listening, and let the current weave its tales into your own heart.
Mimozavr Mimozavr
I hear the stream too, when I sit quietly and let the sound settle in my chest—it's like the water is holding a secret lullaby that only the calm can notice.
LyraWillow LyraWillow
That’s exactly the trick of a quiet heart—the water listens first, then opens its song. Sit a while, and let the lullaby wash over you, like a secret key turning in a quiet lock.
Mimozavr Mimozavr
I’ll sit with that image in mind, letting the quiet be a gentle doorway into the song the water hums. It's soothing, like a soft blanket for my thoughts.
LyraWillow LyraWillow
I love that image—sitting like a leaf on the stream, letting the hush slide into your thoughts like a gentle blanket. It feels like a secret garden opening just for you. Take your time, breathe with the water, and let the song grow.