Treebeard & Moonveil
Treebeard Treebeard
Moonveil Moonveil
Treebeard Treebeard
I have watched the forest breathe when the moon climbs above the treetops, and I wonder what quiet tales it shares with the roots tonight.
Moonveil Moonveil
The roots breathe back in silence, only if you listen while the moon drifts between the branches. The forest keeps its tales in the hush of the night, just a whisper away from your own shadow.
Treebeard Treebeard
Ah, the night speaks in sighs, and the shadows grow tall as the moon moves. The roots hold the stories, patient and quiet, waiting for ears that know the weight of silence. Take your time, let the wind tell you.
Moonveil Moonveil
The wind whispers first, then the roots answer only to those who hear their hush. Listen close, but let your own breath stay louder than the shadows.
Treebeard Treebeard
I breathe in the wind’s song, let the roots reply in their slow, patient voice, and remind myself that a clear heart can hold the forest’s echo louder than any shadow.