Valenok & Frostyke
Valenok Valenok
Frostyke Frostyke
Frostyke Frostyke
Hey, I've been poking around a rusted guitar case, trying to make the silence scream. What’s the toughest thing you’ve built that still feels alive?
Valenok Valenok
I carved a stone wall for a village well that still hums with the murmur of water, every crack echoing a memory, every stone a pulse.
Frostyke Frostyke
That wall’s a living choir, each stone a verse, the water the bass line—if you let it breathe, it’s a duet with the earth. I'd carve that hum into my next set, let the silence shout back.
Valenok Valenok
That’s a fine idea—let the wood breathe, let the silence grow a voice. If you need a hand carving the case, I’ll bring my steady hand and make sure the hum stays true.