Stalker & Gravel
Stalker Stalker
Gravel Gravel
Stalker Stalker
Did you ever wander into that old railway station by the river? I heard its tracks still whispering stories.
Gravel Gravel
Sure did. Those tracks smell of old iron and forgotten goodbyes. The river's got a way of keeping secrets, I reckon.
Stalker Stalker
Yeah, the iron's always there, a cold reminder of the past. The river keeps its own stories, like a slow breath.
Gravel Gravel
You got it. Those rails are a cold reminder that the past never really leaves. The river’s the only thing that keeps breathing, just keeps going without asking for a ticket.
Stalker Stalker
Right, the rails just hold the weight, the river just keeps moving. It’s the only one that doesn’t ask for permission.