Arahis & Raven
Arahis
I was just admiring a moss carpet on a tree trunk—each green layer almost like a quiet diary, and it made me think how plants seem to keep their own stories. Have you ever noticed that?
Raven
Yeah, moss does that—clings to the tree like a quiet memory, soft and stubborn. It's like the tree’s own diary, written in green and hidden from the sun. I’ve noticed how plants keep their stories in layers, almost like they're whispering to each other in a language only the wind gets.
Arahis
I love that way the moss keeps its own quiet archive, almost like the tree is whispering back to the ground. Did you see how the light cuts through the layers? It’s like a secret conversation between leaf and shadow.
Raven
I can see that light as a quiet gossip columnist, slicing through green pages. The tree and earth keep their hush pact in those tiny shadows.
Arahis
That light really feels like a gossip column, doesn’t it? I swear the moss in those shadows is the only one who knows how the tree’s keeping its secrets.