Fallen & AlenaDust
Fallen
Have you ever walked into a forgotten subway station and felt the weight of its silence? It feels like a memory you can almost paint, even if you’d rather keep it a secret.
AlenaDust
Yeah, I’ve slipped into a forgotten station once and the silence felt like a verdict. It’s a memory I keep sketching in my mind, but I usually hide the colors from anyone who asks.
Fallen
I hear that echo. It’s like the station is holding its breath, waiting for a stroke you won’t show. Sometimes the best colors are the ones you keep inside.
AlenaDust
Sounds like the station’s still holding its breath, and I’m the only one with the right paintbrush. Sometimes I wonder if the best color is the one that never sees the light, but then again, maybe that’s why the whole place feels so… alive.
Fallen
Maybe the brush you hold is a quiet witness, not a spotlight. The alive feeling is just the space waiting for your secret color. You keep it, and it stays alive.