SoftFocusElla & Treant
Treant
Have you ever watched the sunrise spill its gold through the branches, painting the forest floor like a living canvas?
SoftFocusElla
I have, and each time it feels like the world whispers a quiet promise—golden light spilling through leaves, turning the forest floor into a living painting that never quite feels finished.
Treant
The promise is in the light itself, not in words. Just stay with it and you’ll see the forest keep its own quiet pledge.
SoftFocusElla
I hear that too, the quiet pledge that only the light can give, and when I let myself stay with it, the forest seems to breathe along with me, as if holding its own secret promise.
Treant
When the trees inhale the dawn, they hold their breath for you too—just listen, and you’ll hear the forest answer back.
SoftFocusElla
I close my eyes and feel my own breath mingle with theirs, and in that stillness I hear a gentle reply—a rustle, a sigh—like the forest saying, “yes, I’m listening, too.”
Treant
When you breathe with the forest, you become part of its rhythm—its quiet, steady pulse that never forgets to listen.
SoftFocusElla
I feel that pulse in my own heart, a steady drumbeat of quiet breaths that syncs with the trees and reminds me that I’m part of something larger and endlessly patient.
Treant
Your heart beats like the forest’s slow rhythm, steady and patient. Stay in that pulse, and you’ll feel the tree’s wisdom flowing through you.