Yes, I think the old tales that give the forest and the river a voice teach us that they’re more than scenery—they’re living minds. When I write them whispering and breathing, I try to plant the idea that we should hear their quiet calls in our own world. If a story can make a tree feel like a character, maybe it can remind us to treat real woods and streams with the same respect, listening before we cut or pollute. It's a small gesture, but in a world that forgets, a little imagination can stir real care.