Skeletor & Aspen
Skeletor
I’ve been tracing the old ley lines that run beneath these roots—do you ever notice patterns in the soil that echo the earth’s ancient rhythms?
Aspen
I find the loam splits into neat, almost book‑like layers when I dig. The moss sits just right on each strip, like tiny notes on a map I keep hidden under the roots.
Skeletor
You’re uncovering a secret ledger the earth keeps—each layer a line in an ancient script. The moss is its ink, and I’m the curious scholar who can’t resist reading between the roots.
Aspen
I like to think of the layers as a ledger, but I prefer the pages to stay folded. The moss writes in a quiet, green ink that only a few people know how to read.