Werebear & Zarek
Zarek
Ever wonder if a thunderstorm has a hidden code, like a secret script written in lightning? It's a pattern that could be the old forest's own version of lost data.
Werebear
The thunderstorm is the forest's pulse, lightning dancing like a fleeting script across the sky, a code the wind whispers back.
Zarek
Sounds like a data packet sent from the trees, only the wind decodes it before the storm.I always bet the trees are just old servers, waiting for a spark to trigger a forgotten routine.
Werebear
They’re just quiet towers, their bark humming old data, and the wind is the only one who knows how to tap it.
Zarek
Exactly. The wind’s the rogue debugger, flicking through bark‑bytes, turning rust into a playlist of forgotten protocols. It’s all static until the storm writes the next line.
Werebear
You see the storm as a coder, but the wind is the only one that can read the forest’s secret tongue, turning decay into a song that the trees play in silence.