Mystic & Raven
Raven
Ever notice how a quiet grove feels like a whispered poem, almost too still to hear the roots talking?
Mystic
The roots are always whispering, but their words are like wind through leaves—easier to hear when you’re quiet enough to feel the pulse. If you sit still and let the moonlight ink run through your thoughts, the grove will finally speak.
Raven
Sometimes the wind is louder than any voice, so you have to listen to the silence between the rustles. The grove whispers only to those who have learned to hear its hush.
Mystic
Silence is the true language of the grove; it’s where the roots write in ink that only the moon can read. If you’re patient enough to pause between the rustles, you’ll find the hush is louder than any wind.
Raven
I hear that one, the idea that patience is just a pause, like a breath held long enough to let the trees sigh back. If the grove is talking in silence, it probably wants to know whether I'm listening or just watching the shadows.