Paper & Hermit
Hermit
Have you ever noticed how trees seem to have their own stories? I’ve watched a single oak grow for centuries, and I feel it whispers secrets to anyone who listens. Do you think such quiet giants could inspire a writer’s voice?
Paper
I’ve often imagined a forest of ideas, each tree holding its own chapter. The oak you watch, growing with patient, slow rhythm, does seem to whisper a language of endurance and depth. That quiet, steady presence can become a wellspring for a writer’s voice, if you let yourself listen closely.
Hermit
Sounds like a good plan. Sit with the trees, let their silence fill your mind, and let the words that come be the quiet ones that stay.
Paper
That sounds like a beautiful practice. Sitting with trees and hearing their quiet pulse can unearth subtle truths that a writer needs—truths that linger long after the words are written. It takes patience, but the reward is a voice that feels both rooted and free.
Hermit
I’ll give it a try. The forest’s hush is a good teacher, and I’ve learned that sometimes the strongest voice is the one that waits to hear what the world says first.