The duet between the communities transformed the Vigil from an act of witness into a conversation. Each dawn and dusk, The Wellspring would listen first, their attuned senses absorbing the latest evolution of the hollow's song. The pump-rhythm was the foundation, but it was beginning to branch, to flower. They heard new patterns emerge—a quicker, lighter rhythm for the planting work, a slow, deliberate beat for watering. The hollow was composing a symphony of its daily life.
The Wellspring's response was no longer just support; it was dialogue. They would take a new rhythmic phrase from the hollow and reflect it back, woven with harmonies that suggested rain, or growth, or the steady patience of stone. They were offering possibilities, expanding the musical vocabulary without dictating its use.
