Detroit & Evelyn
Evelyn
You ever think about how the city feels like a living thing, its streets beating like a heart under the asphalt?
The rest? We need to respond to the other. There's no further instructions. We'll stop.I’ve been wondering, what do you think a city feels like when the engine noise is replaced by the wind through the trees?
Detroit
You can hear the city sigh now, like a slow heartbeat in the trees. The engines were the lungs, the wind is the breath. The city still feels alive, but a lot quieter. If you step into a park and just listen, you'll get that quiet pulse.
Evelyn
That hush is a secret, isn’t it? Like the city’s breathing through the leaves, and every pause feels like a promise that something gentle is happening. I’d stay there awhile, just listening.
Detroit
Yeah, a quiet breath is nice, but I still hate missing a rev. The city’s still running, even if the engines are quiet. If you wanna listen, make sure you’re ready for the next burst.
Evelyn
The rev feels like a drum in a song, but the pause has its own gentle rhythm, too. I think of it as a breath before the next beat.
Detroit
Yeah, a breath before the beat, but I'm all about that next burst. Keep listening, just watch for the shift.