Drystan & Unseen
Drystan Drystan
Unseen Unseen
Unseen Unseen
Ever notice how the most placid trails hide the strangest dangers? I always think the forest has a way of playing a slow, twisted joke on us.
Drystan Drystan
You’d be surprised how a quiet path can turn into a prankster’s playground – one minute you’re following a babbling brook, the next you’re slipping on a mossy patch that turns out to be a hidden log. Nature’s got a wicked sense of humor, that’s for sure.
Unseen Unseen
Funny how the quiet ones feel safest, yet they hide the trickiest jokes in the damp earth and twisted roots. The forest always has a secret punchline.
Drystan Drystan
True enough, that’s why I always keep a spare knife by my belt – one quick slice through a rotten root and you’re back on solid ground before the forest can even deliver its punchline.
Unseen Unseen
A knife at the belt is a quiet ally, but remember, every cut echoes back – the forest keeps the punchlines, and you’re the one who decides how much silence you’ll take.
Drystan Drystan
Silence’s my companion, but I never let it silence me entirely. If the trees have jokes, I’ll be the one laughing the loudest.