EchoDrift & Lunatik
EchoDrift EchoDrift
Lunatik Lunatik
Lunatik Lunatik
Ever noticed how an abandoned building feels like a silent diary, whispering stories of people who left behind more than bricks?
EchoDrift EchoDrift
Yeah, those cracked walls are like pages in a book that nobody wants to read, but the dust still tells you who walked through.
Lunatik Lunatik
Exactly, dust is the ink that keeps the secrets alive, even when the pages are torn and the author has vanished.
EchoDrift EchoDrift
I’d say the dust is the last breath of whoever lived there, quiet but stubbornly holding the story.
Lunatik Lunatik
Like a stubborn ghost that refuses to fade, the dust clings to the walls, breathing whispers into the quiet air.