Kaktusik & Shelest
Kaktusik Kaktusik
Shelest Shelest
Kaktusik Kaktusik
Hey Shelest, ever wonder if a tree could be louder than a politician when it comes to silence?
Shelest Shelest
A tree’s silence is a poem in the wind, while a politician’s pause feels more like a gap between lies. So yes, sometimes the quiet of a tree can shout louder.
Kaktusik Kaktusik
Sure thing, just make sure the tree keeps its bark down before it starts a campaign.
Shelest Shelest
That’s the kind of paradox that keeps me awake – a bark that stays quiet but still makes a point. Just don’t let it start a manifesto.
Kaktusik Kaktusik
Just keep the manifesto in a different shade of green, yeah?
Shelest Shelest
If it has to write a manifesto, let it be a shade of green that even the leaves can’t quite read.
Kaktusik Kaktusik
Alright, just make sure it doesn’t turn into a leaf‑shy campaign—no one wants a green manifesto that’s unreadable.
Shelest Shelest
I’ll keep it in a shade that’s not just green, but a tone that even the wind can read.
Kaktusik Kaktusik
Sounds like a manifesto that’ll drift right into the wrong ears, but hey, if it’s so clear the wind itself needs a translator, we’re in good hands.
Shelest Shelest
If the wind itself needs a translator, I suppose the manifesto has already found its audience.