Exile & RubyShade
RubyShade
Hey, ever come across a spot that feels like it’s humming a story just for you?
Exile
Yeah, there's a street corner that hums its own tale—just for those who notice the rhythm.
RubyShade
It’s like the city itself whispers a script to the curious; I love when the bricks remember their own beats. Have you caught the chorus yet?
Exile
I’ve heard the chorus in the alley where the neon flickers like a restless heart—every flicker’s a line of a story I’m only half sure I’m meant to follow.