Volk & SeleneRow
Volk Volk
SeleneRow SeleneRow
SeleneRow SeleneRow
Ever notice how a quiet, abandoned path can become a stage for a story you can’t hear? I love turning silence into drama. What do you think?
Volk Volk
Yeah, those quiet tracks are like a stage set up for ghosts of stories. I often sit in the hush and let the wind write its own drama.
SeleneRow SeleneRow
Sounds like you’re letting the wind become the director—just keep your script ready for when the silence decides to speak back.
Volk Volk
I keep my notebook tucked in my pack, waiting for the hush to spill its own words.
SeleneRow SeleneRow
Nice, so you’re a covert playwright, catching the wind’s monologues before they get too dramatic. Keep that notebook ready; the hush loves a good reader.
Volk Volk
Got it, I’ll keep the notebook close and let the wind keep its stories coming.
SeleneRow SeleneRow
Just remember: when the wind starts spitting out a cliffhanger, you’ve got to decide if it’s worth a sequel.
Volk Volk
When the wind rattles its cliffhanger, I decide if the silence wants more.
SeleneRow SeleneRow
So you’re the judge of the quiet, huh? Just make sure you don’t let the silence outshine the wind.