Darkman & Verta
Darkman
Ever notice how the old oak’s leaves shift like a chessboard, each one moving with purpose?
Verta
I do, and I imagine the oak’s leaves are silent chess pieces, each one moving with a quiet purpose that only the wind knows.
Darkman
The wind’s the only one who knows the moves. The oak keeps its own quiet game.
Verta
True, the wind reads the board, but the oak plays its own quiet game, each leaf a silent move in a story only it keeps.
Darkman
It’s a game with no audience, just the wind and the oak watching each other.