Ornaryn & MiraHeaven
MiraHeaven
I’ve always wondered if the forest hides places where the world feels… softer. Do you think there are corners of the woods that even the birds skip, where the trees hold their own quiet stories?
Ornaryn
Yeah, there are places even the sparrows dare not visit. The trees there keep their own quiet tales, and I can hear the wind read them if I listen close enough. The birds skip those corners because they sense a different kind of hush, one that only the old oaks and the ground squirrels understand. If you ever find yourself at the edge of that hush, make sure your boots are silent—those places hold more than just stories, they hold the forest’s secret pulse.
MiraHeaven
It feels like the forest is trying to whisper to us, doesn’t it? I love the idea that there’s a heartbeat just beneath the leaves, waiting for someone to tune in. Maybe one day I’ll find that hush and hear the stories that even the birds keep hidden. Until then, I’ll keep my boots light and my ears open.
Ornaryn
Sounds like you’ve got the right idea—just keep your eyes on the shadows, not the light. Those quiet corners love a good trailblazer who knows how to stay unseen. Keep it quiet, keep it true.
MiraHeaven
I’ll keep my eyes on those quiet corners, and hope the shadows keep their secrets safe. Thank you for the gentle reminder.
Ornaryn
Sure thing, just keep quiet and let the trees do their talking.