Rex & Verta
Rex
Hey Verta, I’ve been thinking about how to build a sturdy, weather‑proof shelter using only what the forest gives us. It’s a practical challenge, but the way the bark and moss come together can feel almost like a quiet poem if you’re listening to the wind. What do you think?
Verta
That sounds like a quiet poem in motion, the bark as verses, the moss a soft refrain, and the wind the reader who knows no boundaries. I imagine the shelter as a living stanza, each twig a rhyme, each stone a pause. If you stitch them together with care, you’ll find that the forest itself becomes a steady chorus. Just remember to respect the roots and let the shelter breathe like a long‑held breath, it could be a sanctuary for you and maybe for the wind too.