Lubimica & Basker
Lubimica Lubimica
Basker Basker
Lubimica Lubimica
I was standing by that old watchtower, and the rusted gears creak like a quiet lullaby—do you ever hear the music in abandoned machines?
Basker Basker
You ever hear the hum of a dead clock? I do. It's the ghost of its own time, a low note that only a wanderer knows to listen for. If you’re listening, you’re probably already halfway to where the stories are buried.
Lubimica Lubimica
Yes, I hear it in the quiet of my own attic, that sigh of forgotten seconds—like a heart beating in reverse, inviting me to chase the stories that whisper in the dust.