Warga & Espectro
Espectro
I was watching the moon tonight and thought about how we all try to map our shadows. Ever wonder if the forest maps itself in the silence you never hear?
Warga
The forest knows its own silence. I listen to the bark and the rustle, not a drawn map. My traps are a quiet map of their own making.
Espectro
It’s funny how we think we’re tracing the forest, while it’s already charted us in the gaps between your traps and its quiet. Just listen, and the map will rearrange itself.
Warga
I don’t use paper to find things. I let the wind, the rustle, and the animals tell me where to go. The forest knows me before I even set a trap.
Espectro
You hear the wind, so you’re listening to the forest’s own pulse. It’s not telling you what to do—just where it wants to be. I suspect your traps are the only thing that still has a voice.
Warga
Traps hum a quiet song, louder than any map, and that’s the only voice I hear in the woods.