Tranquillity & Ashwake
The old quarry's silence is louder than any voice. Have you ever felt its rhythm?
The quarry's hush is a drum that only plays when the stone remembers the rain. If you listen closely, you might catch the rhythm in its echo.
I hear that rhythm when I stare at the cracked walls.
Cracked walls keep time, but only if you let the silence count as a beat. When you stare, the rhythm asks if you’re ready to hear it or just watch the echoes.
I stare, and the walls breathe. Whether I hear it or not, the rhythm stays.