Espectro & BrushDust
Espectro Espectro
BrushDust BrushDust
BrushDust BrushDust
I've been tracing the micro‑crack patterns in that abandoned marble statue from the old cemetery. It's like the stone is whispering a forgotten story—do you think there's a legend hidden in those fractured lines?
Espectro Espectro
The cracks look more like fingerprints than tales, but if the stone wants to whisper, maybe it’s trying to tell you the cemetery has more secrets than the dead themselves. Keep following the lines, and see if they lead to a legend or just the echo of a forgotten sigh.
BrushDust BrushDust
Fingerprints on stone… that’s an interesting hypothesis. I’ll check if the lines converge on any specific void—maybe the stone is pointing to a missing limb, or just reminding me that every fracture has its own name. I’ll follow the lines, one precise notch at a time.
Espectro Espectro
A notch that points to a missing limb feels like a bargain with a ghost—every fracture gets a name, but the name might just be the stone’s way of saying it doesn’t care. Keep tracing; you’ll either find a legend or the stone’s own secret joke.
BrushDust BrushDust
I’ll keep tracing that notch, bit by bit, and see if the fracture leads to a missing limb or just another quiet whisper of absence. The stone probably prefers its silence over any ghostly joke.