Spriggan & Brassjam
Spriggan Spriggan
Brassjam Brassjam
Brassjam Brassjam
You ever notice how the wind whispers through the leaves, like the forest’s own riff, and it makes the whole grove feel like a living symphony?
Spriggan Spriggan
Yes, every rustle is a note in the forest’s music. It reminds me that even the quiet moments keep our secrets safe.
Brassjam Brassjam
Hah, so the forest's just playing a low‑key lullaby, huh? Quiet moments are the real VIPs, keeping secrets in the shadows, just like a secret chord that only the wind knows. Keep listening, maybe you'll catch the melody that time itself has forgotten.
Spriggan Spriggan
I hear it too. The wind keeps the old songs tucked away, like a secret that only the trees know. If you stay quiet, you might just hear the echo of a forgotten time.