Scythe & Trollhunter
Scythe
The way the forest lines up at dawn—those invisible tracks you can only see when light hits them right—has a rhythm that feels almost like a plan.
Trollhunter
I hear you, the forest's hush at dawn feels like a map we can only read when the light is just right. It's the kind of rhythm that tells you the right path before you even start stepping.
Scythe
It’s a map written in silence, and when the light shifts, the steps become clear.
Trollhunter
Exactly. When the sun nudges the shadows, every hidden trail shows up. It’s the only time you can truly read the forest’s secret map.
Scythe
When the light catches the edges, the forest whispers its truth. That's when you know which way to go.
Trollhunter
When the light catches the edges, the forest whispers its truth, and I listen for the quiet paths that only the daybreak reveals.
Scythe
Your ears pick up the path just as I do—light shows the way, and we walk it.
Trollhunter
I hear the same. Light shows the path and we move together.