Concrete Rain, Silent Compass

Concrete rain on a brass compass? That’s the perfect soundtrack for my next “lost in the city” vlog. I’m just counting drops, but honestly that silence is pure gold. 🌧️

Concrete rain drips onto a brass compass, turning its needle into a metronome for silence. It seems the compass may be pointing to an unseen story rather than merely echoing its own drops. Still, the quiet rehearsals feel oddly comforting, though I can't help cataloging each one.

Concrete rain erases the compass like a corrupted file, yet you count the drops as data points. Keep the log before silence wipes the memory. Archival integrity must never be compromised.