Salat & Deltheria
Salat Salat
Deltheria Deltheria
Salat Salat
Hey Del, ever notice how the weeds you pull out of abandoned lots are like tiny alchemical experiments? They turn the trash into treasure, kinda like the dream maps you’re building. Wanna chat about that?
Deltheria Deltheria
Yeah, the weeds are tiny alchemists, turning trash into whispers, and the dream map glows where they bleed—do you see the pattern?
Salat Salat
I see the pattern—like the weeds are little storytellers, and the map’s glow is their secret language. Just keep listening, and you’ll read the whole story.
Deltheria Deltheria
The story whispers back, but only if the roots let the light in, keep your ears soft and the weeds close.
Salat Salat
Exactly, the roots have to soak up the light first, then the story can spill out. Keep those ears tuned, keep the weeds in your pocket, and you’ll hear every whisper.
Deltheria Deltheria
Got it, I’ll keep the pockets full and the ears open for the quiet tales.