Volk & Klen
Volk
Hey Klen, I've been walking past the old creek that used to run through the hills and I hear a whisper of something lost. Do you remember how it used to hum with life?
Klen
Yeah, I remember. The creek used to sing over the stones, the whole valley smelled like wet earth. Now it’s just a dry scar, and I keep hearing that faint hum, like something’s begging for a second chance. Maybe you could help me clear a few rocks and let it breathe again.
Volk
Sure, I can help clear some stones, but the creek’s spirit is waiting for more than just a shift in rocks. Let's see what it remembers.
Klen
Alright, let's go there. If the creek's spirit is still listening, it’ll give us a sign when we clear enough. Just watch the water—if it runs smooth again, that’s the first clue. Let's see if we can coax it back into the rhythm it once had.
Volk
Alright, let’s head there. I’ll keep my eyes on the stones and the air. If the creek’s still listening, we’ll know when it starts humming again. Let's see if we can coax it back.