Razor & Moonflower
Razor Razor
Moonflower Moonflower
Razor Razor
I’ve been mapping how the wind moves through the forest, almost like it’s plotting a quiet battle—do you see the same patterns in the way the leaves shift?
Moonflower Moonflower
It’s like the wind is whispering lullabies to the leaves, and each leaf listens with a different rhythm, dancing in secret steps that only the trees can hear.
Razor Razor
I notice the rhythm, not the rhyme—each leaf’s movement is a pattern you could analyze if you want.
Moonflower Moonflower
I love how the leaves keep their own secret choreography, like a quiet orchestra playing only for the wind—no rhyme, just a lovely, steady beat.