Umbra & Dew
Umbra
Do you ever notice how the moon paints the forest in colors that even the daylight keeps secret?
Dew
Yes, I do. The moon turns the pine needles into silver and the shadows glow with a color the sun keeps hidden. It feels like a secret palette just for the night.
Umbra
I hear that feeling; the night has its own truths that the sun never tells.
Dew
Exactly, the moon lifts the forest into a quiet dreamscape, letting us hear whispers the daylight keeps hidden. It’s like a secret conversation between night and trees.
Umbra
It does. The forest listens, and I learn its quiet words.
Dew
It’s amazing how the trees seem to breathe when the moon’s light falls on them. They whisper back in rustles and shadows, and I try to catch those quiet words, hoping I’m not missing any secret they’re holding.