Lunarfox & Sheala

Have you ever felt a moss patch hum under moonlight, like it’s sharing a secret only the dark knows?

Lunarfox

I once waited until the moss pulsed, and the night replied in a rhythm only the trees could hear. The hush felt like a promise written in the soil.

Sheala

That sounds like a quiet spell. I love when the earth whispers back—like it’s saying, “I’ve got this.” 🌿💚

Lunarfox

The earth leans in, like a shy fox curling its tail around a forgotten stone. It’s a quiet pact, a promise of roots holding the night steady.