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.
Gravel Gravel
Yeah, rails are stubborn, but the river’s just keepin’ on. No need for a ticket to pass by.