StoryWeaver & Strannik
Strannik
I came across a stone in the old pass that hummed when the wind hit it, like a whispered story from the earth itself—have you ever felt a place speak back to you?
StoryWeaver
It felt like the stone was holding its breath, waiting for the wind to tell its secret. I’ve walked through valleys where the rocks seemed to hum, and it’s like the earth is reminding us that stories live even in the quiet corners. Did the humming feel like a question or a lullaby?