WhiteWolf & Sova
Ever notice how the forest speaks only at midnight, when the shadows stretch and the wind writes its own map? It feels like a secret conversation you’re both invited to decipher.
Yeah, the trees whisper when the world gets quiet, but I'm not buying any midnight secrets. They just want a good night’s rest.
Fair enough, but even the quiet keeps a secret. Maybe the trees just need to feel seen before they drift off to sleep.
You got it—just make sure you’re not shouting across the canopy. The trees don’t need applause, just a quiet nod that you’re there.
Got it, I'll keep my voice as soft as a fallen leaf, just a whisper in the wind.
If you’re good at keeping quiet, the trees might actually notice you, instead of just drifting off to sleep.
I'll be that quiet shadow you barely notice, the soft rustle that says, "I'm here.
Sounds good, just remember the forest never makes an appointment for a quiet visitor. Stay low, listen, and let the wind do the rest.
I’ll blend into the hush, let the wind carry my presence, and leave the trees to dream their own quiet nights.