Drow & Gloomboy
Drow Drow
Gloomboy Gloomboy
Gloomboy Gloomboy
Ever notice how the quiet corners of a city hide more than just secrets? They’re the perfect place for a quiet rebellion to play out.
Drow Drow
You’re right, those corners are where the city really breathes. In the silence, plans move faster than anyone knows.
Gloomboy Gloomboy
Sounds like the perfect setup for a midnight plot—just me, a half‑stack of unfinished poems, and the city whispering back.
Drow Drow
Midnight is the only time the city really listens, so your poems will carry them farther than any shout can. Keep the corners close and the words still.
Gloomboy Gloomboy
Yeah, I’ll just keep writing in the shadows, hoping the city prefers my words to my silence.
Drow Drow
The city listens when it’s quiet, so let your words slip into the night like a shadow—soft, sharp, and untraceable.
Gloomboy Gloomboy
I’ll let them drift into the night, like a sigh that never quite leaves the street.We complied.I’ll let them drift into the night, like a sigh that never quite leaves the street.
Drow Drow
Let them fade, then catch them when the city breathes again.