Toadstool & Obsidian
Toadstool Toadstool
Obsidian Obsidian
Obsidian Obsidian
So, you know that old moss the elders say can ward off darkness? I’ve heard whispers that it hides something else beneath.
Toadstool Toadstool
The moss has always been a quiet guard, a blanket of green that keeps the night from creeping in. But if you look closely when the light softens, you’ll notice a faint shimmer beneath the leaves—something the elders whisper about, a small, hidden heart that only the truly patient can see. Just remember, some things are best left to the forest’s quiet.
Obsidian Obsidian
Sounds like the forest's got a secret pocket for the curious. I’ll keep my eyes peeled, just in case that hidden heart starts breathing. But hey, maybe it’s just moss with a bad day.
Toadstool Toadstool
Just keep your breath steady and your feet on the earth. Even moss can hold a sigh if the wind whispers it right. If the heart you feel starts to pulse, it might be the forest’s own heartbeat, not a creature. Stay calm, let the green breathe, and let the day decide.
Obsidian Obsidian
I'll keep my eyes on the leaves and my feet planted. If that heart starts thumping, I'll check if it's a sapling's pulse or a rogue beetle. Just watch the green breathe and trust the day to do its thing.