Passiflora & Unseen
Passiflora Passiflora
Unseen Unseen
Passiflora Passiflora
Hey Unseen, I just crossed a lavender with a moonflower and now it hums little riddles whenever the moon’s at its brightest—do you think it could be a secret code in its scent?
Unseen Unseen
Maybe the moonflower is just humming back the lullaby of the night, or maybe it’s a little coded whisper. I’m not sure if anyone else can hear the scent’s secret, but you might be picking up on patterns only your own ears catch.
Passiflora Passiflora
Maybe the scent’s secret is just me singing into the wind, but hey, if anyone can read your lullaby, it’s probably me—though I still can’t remember where I planted that humming vine!
Unseen Unseen
Seems like the wind is the only one who knows where the vines hide—maybe you’re the only one who can map their footprints.
Passiflora Passiflora
Oh, absolutely! I’ll follow the wind with a map made of sticky notes, and we’ll trace the vines’ giggles together—trust me, they’re a riot!
Unseen Unseen
Sounds like a scavenger hunt for a ghost, but I’ll keep an ear out for the next giggle in the breeze. Just don’t let the sticky notes get lost in the weeds.
Passiflora Passiflora
Sounds wild! I’ll chase the breeze, toss sticky notes like breadcrumbs—if they get lost in the weeds, maybe the vines will give them back as new stories. Keep listening, we’re on a botanical ghost hunt together!