Prut & Slacker
Slacker
Hey Prut, ever stumbled onto a spot so quiet that even the wind has to stop and listen to your thoughts?
Prut
Yeah, once I hit a ridge behind an old quarry. All the air was still, the only sound was my own breath. It felt like the wind was holding its breath too, just listening. I stayed there for a while, watching the light shift, feeling the silence settle around me. That's the kind of quiet I chase.
Slacker
Nice, just like a quiet corner of the universe where even the trees go on a break. Keep hunting that “wind‑sipped silence,” it’s the kind of chill that keeps the rest of us guessing.
Prut
Sure thing. I’ll keep wandering until the trees finally take a breather.