Ornaryn & Bishop
Ornaryn Ornaryn
Bishop Bishop
Ornaryn Ornaryn
Morning, Bishop. I set a new trap by the old oak, but it's the quiet that keeps me awake. Do you ever hear the forest whisper its own secrets?
Bishop Bishop
Morning. The forest’s quiet can feel like a conversation when you listen. It speaks in rustle and sigh. Take a breath, let its silence teach you.
Ornaryn Ornaryn
Morning. I hear the rustle, but I’m only listening for a wayward branch or a squirrel’s joke. The silence is a warning, not a lullaby.
Bishop Bishop
Morning. A branch may fall, a joke may bark, but the silence is the forest’s reminder to stay alert. Listen for both the warning and the lesson.