Caterpillar & Zephrik
Hey Zephrik, have you ever wandered into a quiet meadow and felt it reveal its own hidden path just by staying still? I think there's a whole secret adventure waiting in the quiet places if we let them breathe.
Ah, you’re talking about the kind of magic where silence is a map, right? I’ve been there, but I always stumble off the path before the meadow even gets a chance to whisper its secrets. Still, if you’re willing to sit there long enough, I’ll trade you my last compass for your silence and we’ll see what the grass wants to show us.
That sounds like a lovely trade, Zephrik. I’ll bring the quiet, and you can bring the compass—though the grass usually finds its own way once we’re both still. Let's sit and listen, and let the meadow unfold its story for us.
Sounds like a plan—just hope the compass doesn’t wander off in half a second. Bring the quiet, I’ll bring the gear, and let the grass tell its story while we pretend to be still.
I’ll keep my breath steady, and you can steady the compass. When we’re still, the grass will rustle its secrets. It’s like listening to a song that only plays when you pause. Let's see what whispers come our way.