Archer & Unseen
Unseen
Ever notice how the forest keeps its own stories, whispering through the leaves and rustling branches, hiding clues for those who listen?
Archer
Yeah, I can hear it. The trees keep their own rhythm, and if you pause long enough, you start to pick up the patterns in the wind. It's like a slow map waiting for a quiet eye to read it.
Unseen
Your ear has turned into a compass, but even the wind remembers its own riddles. Keep listening, and you might catch the path the leaves whisper when the moon is right.
Archer
I’ll keep my ear steady, let the night wind speak, and follow the trail the leaves lay out. It’s the only way to know where the forest wants me to go.
Unseen
Just remember the forest isn’t a map, it’s a puzzle—solve each clue, and the whole trail will unfold.