Perdak & Moth
Moth
I often watch how the evening light fades and wonder what secrets the forest keeps in those shadows.
Perdak
The shadows hide more than just darkness – they keep the wind’s stories and the silent footprints of the night. Watching them is like reading a book written in light.
Moth
Yes, each shade whispers a poem of its own, and I love to listen in silence.
Perdak
Silence is the forest’s quiet guide; in the shadows you learn where the deer pause and where the berries hide.
Moth
I hear the deer pause like a breath, and the berries wait in hush, the forest breathing with me.
Perdak
It’s a good rhythm – pause, breathe, move. Keeps you on your toes.
Moth
It feels like a quiet dance—pause, breath, glide—like a moth winging from one shadow to the next.