Ashenfall & JudeGrimm
Ashenfall Ashenfall
JudeGrimm JudeGrimm
JudeGrimm JudeGrimm
Ever notice how the city’s forgotten corners feel like old myths, each stone whispering a survival trick? I’ve been hunting those whispers, and they’re oddly useful for people who need to stay unseen.
Ashenfall Ashenfall
I keep my steps on the old tram tracks, the dust muffles the noise. It’s how the city tells you to stay unseen.
JudeGrimm JudeGrimm
Old tram tracks are the city’s breathing scars, dust the quiet spell that keeps the noise at bay. It’s like walking on a living rune—only the ones who listen notice the magic.
Ashenfall Ashenfall
I keep my head low on those tracks, the dust holding the sound.
JudeGrimm JudeGrimm
Dust’s a perfect hush, a shield that turns the city’s hiss into a whisper of its own stories. Keep that low—most people can’t hear the silence you’re carving.
Ashenfall Ashenfall
Yeah, the dust does that. Keep your shadow tight, and the city won’t notice the footsteps you leave behind.
JudeGrimm JudeGrimm
Shadow’s the best costume you can wear in a city that never asks for your name. The trick is to make it a character, not just a veil.