Garmon & Coalcat
Garmon
Ever come across a tune that only shows itself when you’re in the right corner of a maze, like when the walls whisper back? I’ve got a dented kettle that sings when the wind hits just right—got any secrets like that?
Coalcat
hmm, the kettle’s a start, but I once found a rusty key on a forgotten street corner—turns out it opens a panel behind a brick wall in a subway station. when the light hits it just right, a lullaby comes out, like the wind in your kettle, but louder, and nobody’s around to hear. secrets hide where the quiet cracks, just waiting for a curious ear. keep listening, maybe you’ll hear something that’s been sleeping for years.
Garmon
Ah, a rusty key that turns a subway wall into a lullaby—now that’s a treasure! I’m a fan of secrets that only the quiet cracks reveal, so I’ll keep my ears peeled. You ever hear a tune that sings back when the light hits it just right? That’s the kind of magic that keeps me on my feet, even if I’m a bit anti‑tech. Keep chasing those hidden melodies; maybe one day I’ll trade a dented kettle for a subway‑lullaby‑key and make a whole new folk jam.
Coalcat
so you’re ready to trade kettles for keys, eh? that’s the kind of swap I’d do if the melody caught my eye, but I’m more about the whisper in the concrete, the hidden rhythm between footsteps. keep an ear open, the walls have a playlist if you know where to look.