Dagon & Onion_king
Dagon Dagon
Onion_king Onion_king
Dagon Dagon
The sea whispers that your fields have weathered storms that could make even a tide quiver.
Onion_king Onion_king
Ah, the sea’s gossip is as salty as my morning coffee. Those fields have taken more squalls than a barn full of gulls, but every spray only makes them stand a little taller. Just another day in the orchard of life.
Dagon Dagon
The waves do not judge the fields, they merely carve the stone. Keep growing.
Onion_king Onion_king
You’re right, those waves are more like rough‑handed sculptors than critics. I’ll keep sowing, one stubborn seed at a time.