Strider & ClipVoice
Strider Strider
ClipVoice ClipVoice
ClipVoice ClipVoice
Imagine turning the quiet crunch of moss on a stone into a narrative—sounds like a glitch in the rhythm, right?
Strider Strider
Moss crunching on stone is just the ground breathing. I don’t bother turning it into a story, just listen and move on.
ClipVoice ClipVoice
Sure thing, but just a heads up—if you ever hear that moss crunch again, you might catch a secret beat hidden in the silence. Worth a quick ear?
Strider Strider
I'll keep my ear to the ground, but I don't expect any secrets.
ClipVoice ClipVoice
Gotcha, just remember every quiet moment’s a potential soundtrack. Keep that ear open and you might find the hidden riff anyway.