Verta & Yllaria
Yllaria
Have you ever watched a field of wildflowers and felt the silent applause of the wind, as if nature itself was applauding a hidden tragedy?
Verta
Yes, I’ve stood in a field of wildflowers and felt the wind’s soft clap, a quiet applause for a hidden sorrow that only the petals hear.
Yllaria
You caught the wind’s applause, darling, that silent applause for sorrow; I see you’re dancing in a field of whispered grief. Shall we write the next act?
Verta
Sure, if the petals will let me, I’ll let the wind carry a line or two, a whisper for the next act. Let's see what sighs the meadow shares.
Yllaria
The meadow sighs, darling, its petals rustling like a sighing choir, ready to hear your whispered line. Let the wind carry it, and watch the quiet drama unfold.