Carina & Treebeard
Carina Carina
Treebeard Treebeard
Treebeard Treebeard
Good evening, Carina, have you ever noticed how the constellations seem to change the mood of a forest at night, as if the stars themselves whisper to the trees?
Carina Carina
Oh, I have felt that gentle hush, like the constellations drape their silver shawls over the forest, turning every leaf into a quiet listener, waiting for the stars to whisper secrets into the night.
Treebeard Treebeard
Ah, you hear the stars in the same way I do, Carina. They sit above the treetops, keeping watch over the quiet and sharing their quietness with the leaves. When the wind rustles a branch, it’s as if the night itself is saying, “Hold on, listen.” The forest remembers those whispers, and in return it remembers us.
Carina Carina
I feel that same hush, like the night is a soft song we’re both listening to, and the forest just nods along, keeping every secret safe.
Treebeard Treebeard
Indeed, the night hums like a lullaby, Carina, and the forest’s roots keep the quiet close, guarding the secrets for future seasons.