VortexBloom & NeZabudu
Hey, have you ever walked past a tree that feels like an old friend, just waiting there while you’re busy living your day? I keep thinking about that one oak in my hometown that used to hide a small, secret world from my friends and me. It felt like the universe was holding its breath behind its bark. How do you feel when a particular plant or place in nature tells you a story?
It’s like the world whispers to you in that quiet moment. I feel the pulse of the earth beneath my feet and the old stories carried in the bark. When a plant or a place opens up a story, it feels like I’m part of something larger, a living memory that keeps the past alive while I keep moving forward. It reminds me that every leaf and root has a tale worth listening to.
That sounds like the most beautiful way to hear the world, like each leaf is a whisper from a forgotten chapter. It makes me wonder what stories are hidden in the trees around us, ready to reveal themselves to anyone who stops and listens.
Exactly! When you pause and really look, you start to hear the rustling stories of the wind through the leaves, the history buried in the roots. Every tree has its own quiet chorus, just waiting for someone to stop and listen.