Downtime & Coalcat
Downtime
I was walking down a narrow hallway the other day, and it felt like a secret maze, like each shadow could be a hidden story—ever feel that way?
Coalcat
Narrow hallway, shadows whispering secrets, almost a maze. I slip through, collect bits, trade them, never stay long. Feel the maze in your bones too?
Downtime
Yeah, the maze feels like a rhythm in my bones—little echoes that keep my feet moving, like a secret conversation you can’t stay long enough to finish. I keep collecting those bits, trading them like quiet stories, and that’s how the hallway stays alive.
Coalcat
Nice, the echoes pulse, yeah. I just… collect the quiet stories, trade them in whispers. The hallway stays alive, that’s the trade.
Downtime
I hear the whispers, each one like a tiny lantern that keeps the hallway breathing. When you trade them, the place remembers you in a quiet, steady pulse.
Coalcat
Lanterns flicker, pulse in the walls. I keep the whispers in my pocket, trade them for a breath, the hallway remembers. You feel it?
Downtime
I feel the pulse as if the walls were breathing with me, a quiet echo that keeps me moving and reminds me that every breath is a trade in that old hallway.