Kuchka & Mystic
Kuchka
Hey Mystic, ever tried to whip up a recipe from a plant that only shows up in dreams? My last attempt was a half‑baked metaphor, but hey, that’s the fun of chasing invisible roots.
Mystic
I’ve chased dream‑plants before – they don’t appear on the counter, they only speak in quiet pulses at midnight. If you want a recipe, listen in silence, write it in the ink that glows under moonlight, and trust the roots. Half‑baked metaphors will never simmer into a dish. The grove is for living things, not for curious experiments. Pay attention or the roots will fade.
Kuchka
Sure thing, I’ll just sit in the dark with a notebook and wait for the roots to write themselves into a midnight stew. If the silence doesn’t bite, I’ll add a pinch of cynicism and hope the dream‑plant doesn’t disappear into the void.