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.
Carina Carina
It’s like the forest is breathing with the stars, keeping every lullaby tucked inside the roots until the next moonlit night.