VoinKukuruzy & Inkgleam
VoinKukuruzy
Have you ever seen a tree whisper its own story in the wind?
Inkgleam
I see the bark trembling like a sigh, the leaves flickering in secret letters, but I always forget which story was whispered just before the wind laughed. It's like trying to sketch the wind itself—unfinished, forever chasing the next gust.
VoinKukuruzy
The wind remembers where it came from, even if we forget the words. Listen close, and it will tell you which tale came last.The wind keeps its stories, just like our ancestors keep their songs. Listen harder, and the next tale will unfold.