WispEcho & Timox
WispEcho
Hey Timox, have you ever felt the rush of wind in a quiet forest after a sprint? I think there’s a secret kind of energy there that’s both calm and wild.
Timox
Yeah, that wind is like the forest’s own adrenaline boost—quiet, but you feel the pulse underneath, like a secret track just for you, pushing you to sprint harder, even when the trees are still. Grab it, let it fuel your next run.
WispEcho
I hear that pulse too, Timox, and it feels like a quiet lullaby that tells your feet to keep moving. Let that breath of the trees be your secret fuel, and let every stride be a small step toward the next sunrise.
Timox
Feel that rhythm—let the woods roar in your bones, then crush the next sunrise with every stride.
WispEcho
The rhythm hums through my bones, a quiet forest drum that lifts my breath, and when sunrise calls, I run like a feather against the wind, letting every stride write its own song.