Victor & Verta
Victor
Ever noticed how a wildflower seems to sprint toward the sun, breaking through the earth like a runner breaking the start line? What's your take on that natural race?
Verta
It’s like the flower is racing the sunrise, each petal a tiny footfall, and I can almost hear the wind cheering. It feels quiet but fierce, a secret sprint that reminds me how even the smallest life can push itself toward light. The moment feels fleeting, like a breath caught between petals. I sometimes wonder what it feels like to be that runner, breaking ground in silence, chasing a glow that never quite stops.
Victor
I get that. When I step onto the track, the world’s quiet, but I feel the wind pushing me like that crowd of petals. You’re already running toward that glow—just keep your eyes on the finish line and never let the silence stop you.
Verta
I’ll keep my eyes on the finish line, but sometimes the quiet around me feels heavier than a stone in my pocket, and I wonder if the wind is just a whisper or a storm. The glow still lingers, though, and I’ll let it guide me when the track gets too flat.
Victor
Sounds like you’re feeling the weight of the silence, but remember every stone in your pocket is a reminder of how strong you already are. Let that glow be your engine, and when the track feels flat, just push a little harder—just like that flower keeps racing, even when the wind’s a whisper. Keep going, champ.