Mistery & Karabas
Karabas
Ah, Mistery, the old oak remembers a riddle the wind once whispered about a hidden stream that runs through a forgotten village. Shall we listen to its echo and see where it leads us?
Mistery
The oak holds the tale, the wind its echo. Follow the murmur, and the hidden stream will show its route.
Karabas
The wind is the old storyteller, and the oak keeps the hush of what came before. Listen close, step by step, and the stream will reveal itself, as it has done for many who have come seeking a quiet way.
Mistery
What if the stream is just the echo of our own steps, each ripple a question we must answer before it leads us anywhere?
Karabas
Indeed, the steps we take can echo as questions, each ripple a chance to listen to ourselves. The stream does not rush ahead, it waits for the right footfall to guide you on. Take your time, and the path will reveal itself.
Mistery
Sometimes the quiet footfall is louder than any rush, and the stream waits for the echo of your own pause.