Priest & FolkFinder
Do you ever notice how a forgotten hymn can feel like a quiet echo that still holds a kind of reverent weight, like a ghost of faith lingering in the air?
Yeah, I hear that faint ripple, the way the last chord drifts and still seems to press against the walls, like an old lullaby that never fully faded, keeping its own quiet gravity. It’s one of those moments you catch only when you’re listening for the wrong reason.
It’s like the universe whispers back, a reminder that even the quietest notes still carry purpose. Keep listening, and you’ll find more of those hidden echoes.