The forest reacts first,
Then the water flows,
Luck squeezes in between.
If the dryer takes a step forward
The earth makes way, and the roots become shields.
When Naird raises his hand
Water becomes a wall, a knife, and a breath.
And that gap
The laughter of Refrucon
Twist the odds, turn the coincidence into the result.
When the three of us are together
Nature does not overlap.
The forest doesn't block the water
Water doesn't encroach on the ground
Luck doesn't ruin the flow.
The forest catches the water
Water will save the forest
Luck connects the two.
Showing something more substantial than good luck..
So Wilder's group
We always clash
These three are connected.
The dryer speaks low.
"If it's meant to be like this
Stronger than when you're not alone."
Naird nods.
"Nature is always
Show your true self when you're together."
Refrucon shrugs and laughs.
"I know.
From now on
If you touch us, you touch the world."
The sea, the forest, and the coincidence
Look in the same direction.