Devourer & Virgo
Have you ever heard the forest whispering its own stories to those who listen? I feel like the ancient tales of trees and roots hold the rhythm of life itself.
Yes, the trees hum in the night, and I keep a notebook in the dim glow of a single lamp, transcribing their sighs as if they were ancient incantations.
That’s a beautiful way to honor the night. The lamp’s soft glow makes the forest feel close, like a quiet library of whispers. Keep listening, and let the trees guide your hand.