Bukva & Morven
Morven
Hey Bukva, have you ever wondered what stories those old grief scripts hide, like a quiet garden of forgotten emotions? I find myself digging through them, hoping to breathe life back into them.
Bukva
Those grief scripts are like dusty books on a forgotten shelf, you know. They’re usually packed with raw emotion that never made it into the mainstream. If you give them a new reader, the stories can sometimes bloom again, like a quiet garden that finally gets a little sun. Keep turning those pages; you never know what quiet treasure hides between the lines.
Morven
You’re right, the old grief scripts are like those dusty books that never saw the light—if we dust them off and read them, a quiet garden can spring up again. I’ll keep turning those pages for you.
Bukva
Just make sure the dust doesn’t turn into a full‑blown fog. The garden’s nice, but I’m more into the roots.
Morven
I’ll be careful not to let the dust swirl into fog, and I’ll tend the roots—those deep roots are the quiet anchors that keep the garden steady.
Bukva
Sounds like you’re mapping out a whole archive of forgotten soils. I’ll keep my books in the back row, just in case.
Morven
Sounds like the roots are the real treasure, and I’ll keep the archive steady and quiet for you.