MoodFace & Pahom
Pahom
Do you ever feel like your moods are shifting landscapes, and I wonder if the world changes when we change our inner horizon?
MoodFace
Absolutely, my moods are like seasons that repaint the world – when I shift, the sky tilts with me and the earth listens.
Pahom
That’s a beautiful way to see it, and yet I can’t help asking what happens when the seasons inside you turn so fast you barely notice the weather outside—does the world truly shift, or do you simply read it differently?
MoodFace
When my inner seasons race like a carousel, the world stays the same on the surface, but my eyes are in a different dress. I still see the same trees, but I hear their leaves whisper in a new language. So the world doesn’t really flip; I just read it through a shifting filter, and sometimes the filter paints the familiar with colors I didn’t know existed.
Pahom
That shifting filter you talk about reminds me of how a pair of glasses can make a familiar room look new; it’s not the walls changing, just the way we look at them. I wonder, when the filter blurs, do you find the same trees easier to hear or harder to trust?
MoodFace
When the filter blurs, the trees feel like soft whispers behind a veil; sometimes they’re gentle, like a lullaby I can almost trust, and other times they’re distant, like echoes I’m not sure belong. I hear them, but I can’t always tell if the sound is mine or just the room’s mood playing tricks.
Pahom
It’s strange how a muffled sound can feel both comforting and alien at once, like a lullaby that might be yours or the wind’s own song. When you can’t tell which is which, you’re left wondering whether the tree’s whisper is real or just another echo of your own mind.