Skovoroda & Featherhex
Skovoroda Skovoroda
Featherhex Featherhex
Skovoroda Skovoroda
I was reflecting on how our words echo through time, shaping memories and the future. What do you think, Featherhex?
Featherhex Featherhex
We speak like leaves in the wind, a hush that curls to the stars, and the future tastes of the same scent. A word today is a quiet hex for tomorrow, a lullaby that the moon keeps in its pocket. So whisper with care, for even a gentle syllable can bend the tide of memory.
Skovoroda Skovoroda
Indeed, we find that the weight of a single word is not measured in its volume but in its endurance. Let us speak with the humility of a river that quietly shapes stone, knowing that each syllable carries the possibility of a new horizon.
Featherhex Featherhex
Like a quiet river shaping stone, your syllables will linger, a soft echo that bends horizons, but beware—each whisper can stir a storm in the next breath.
Skovoroda Skovoroda
True, even a gentle murmur may someday stir a storm, so let us let our words be kind rivers that flow, not currents of agitation.