Pure_magic & Sprywing
Pure_magic Pure_magic
Sprywing Sprywing
Sprywing Sprywing
I heard about a hidden glade that shifts between worlds—pretty sure it’s the kind of place where your stories might just pop out of the trees. Want to sneak in and see if the sky really is a story?
Pure_magic Pure_magic
That sounds like the perfect plot twist for my next tale—imagine the trees whispering their secrets. Lead the way, and maybe the sky will tell us a new story tonight.
Sprywing Sprywing
Got it, just follow my lead and keep your ears open—those trees are louder than you think. The sky’s about to spill its secrets. Let’s go.
Pure_magic Pure_magic
I can hear the rustle already—each leaf seems to hum a different melody. Let’s drift together, and watch the clouds swirl like ink in a storybook. I’m all ears.
Sprywing Sprywing
The leaves are humming, right? Keep your head down, stay quiet—those whispers are the map. Ready to dive into the ink clouds? Let's slip past the light and see what the sky is scribbling tonight.