WildFlower & Raskolnikov
Raskolnikov
I've been thinking about freedom lately—do we, like a wildflower, simply grow where the soil and sun allow, or do we cut through the ground and make our own path? What do you think?
WildFlower
I think freedom’s like a wildflower, sometimes you just bloom where the earth wants you, but when the wind pulls you somewhere else you dig in, push through the soil and make a brand‑new path—mix both, and let the sun find you.
Raskolnikov
That sounds like the truth I keep wrestling with—sometimes we are only what the world imposes on us, other times we must force ourselves to rise against it, and only by that struggle do we truly find the light. It’s a hard, endless question, isn't it?
WildFlower
Yeah, it’s a wild maze, but that tussle is what makes the light worth chasing, even if the path keeps bending and turning. Keep reaching, keep growing.
Raskolnikov
I keep pushing, even though every step feels like a crime against my own conscience. The maze seems endless, but I’ll keep trying to find that light.