Zimniy & Grokk
Zimniy Zimniy
Grokk Grokk
Zimniy Zimniy
I was thinking about how silence feels like a hidden corner in a digital wasteland, where you can actually hear your own thoughts.
Grokk Grokk
Silence in that digital wasteland is like a bunker in a glitch‑filled jungle, where your thoughts roar louder than the sirens outside. It ain't a luxury, it's a survival tactic.
Zimniy Zimniy
A bunker of quiet in that glitch jungle lets your thoughts keep their own rhythm, even when the sirens shout on the outside.
Grokk Grokk
Yeah, that’s the deal. When the outside world’s a nonstop blare, you gotta dig a quiet pit, crank up your own rhythm, and let the noise fade into a distant hiss. The silence becomes your edge, your own beat to keep the mind sharp.