Krakatoa & Bagira
Bagira
Ever notice how old subway tunnels feel like forgotten temples, like a secret story waiting to be captured?
Krakatoa
They breathe, yeah, like hushed cathedrals, and the only echo you hear is your own breath and the ghost of a forgotten story.
Bagira
Yeah, the echo is just the city answering back. I’ll snap the frame that shows the cracks in that brick, where the light gets weird. That’s where the story hides.
Krakatoa
A frame of cracked brick, lit by the wrong kind of glow—perfect. Let the shadows be your characters and the city their mute chorus.
Bagira
Shadows do the talking, so I’ll let them. Then I’ll frame the brick like a confession. That's the whole point.