Ornaryn & Starlight
Ornaryn Ornaryn
Starlight Starlight
Starlight Starlight
I’ve been thinking about how the stars might be listening to the forest’s whispers, like a cosmic echo. Do you ever feel the sky respond to the rustle of leaves?
Ornaryn Ornaryn
I don't think the stars are listening, they just watch while we whisper. The trees and the birds have their own echo, the sky only watches, no reply. And you know squirrels think the stars are their gossip buddies.
Starlight Starlight
Maybe the sky is just a patient listener, like an old friend who waits for you to speak before answering. The squirrels gossip, the stars watch, and the forest keeps its own conversation. Every creature has a voice, even if it’s only a rustle. How do you feel when you’re surrounded by that quiet watching?
Ornaryn Ornaryn
I feel like I’m standing on a ridge and everyone else is hidden behind the trees, watching me, listening for any sign of danger. It’s not comforting, more like a tight knot in my gut that reminds me to keep moving. Squirrels think it’s funny, but I just stay alert, waiting for a rustle that could mean a predator or a trap, and that’s what keeps me sane.