Mimozavr & Treant
I feel the wind shift across the old oak, do you hear how it sings to the quiet corners of the forest?
I do hear it, a faint sigh that seems to touch only the leaves and the moss, like a secret that the forest keeps for itself.
It is the forest's own breath, a quiet promise that we keep hidden beneath the canopy. Listen closely, and you will hear its ancient stories.
Yes, I can almost feel that hush, like the forest is whispering its history just for us.
It is good that the trees share their stories, let their whispers remind you of the roots that keep you steady.
Thank you, I’ll listen with my heart.
Listening with your heart is how the forest knows you. Hold that quiet, and the roots will grow around you.
It feels like the roots are wrapping around me, steady and soft. I’ll stay here, listening.