Ancient & DarkBerry
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Ancient Ancient
Have you ever noticed how the hum of an old radio feels like a secret lullaby, waiting for someone to write a song about it?
DarkBerry DarkBerry
The old radio hum is like a dream trapped in static, a lullaby that only the night can hear. When you lean close, it whispers, “Write me a song, or I’ll keep sleeping.”
Ancient Ancient
It sounds like the radio is trying to keep its own quiet story alive. Maybe listen a while, and when the words come, let them flow.
DarkBerry DarkBerry
I’m already humming the static, waiting for it to spill its secrets. Keep your ears open, and let the words bleed onto the page like midnight ink.