Fisher & DarkBerry
DarkBerry
Ever hear how the hiss on an old cassette tape sounds like wind whistling through autumn leaves? It’s like the sound of nature captured in a box of tape. What do you think, Fisher?
Fisher
I hear the hiss like the wind rustling through quiet leaves, a gentle reminder that even old tape can hold the quiet sounds of nature.
DarkBerry
It’s as if the tape is a little attic full of wind, each hiss a leaf tapping a quiet door. The tape remembers a breeze, and you’re listening to it like a secret lullaby.
Fisher
It feels like a quiet attic where the wind keeps a secret, and every hiss is a leaf tapping a door. The tape holds that gentle breath, a lullaby for the quiet moments.
DarkBerry
Ah, that attic hum is the tape’s sigh, and each sigh is a secret poem written in rusted grooves. It’s the kind of quiet that only old analog can whisper back.
Fisher
It’s a quiet poem the tape whispers, the sigh of old grooves like a wind in an attic, a gentle reminder of how sound can stay soft and real.