Drake & Halloween
Ever thought about climbing an abandoned quarry at midnight? The crumbling walls feel like a story in itself, and the wind whispers something that’s almost... spooky.
Midnight’s call is a lullaby for shadows, isn’t it? Those cracked walls whisper secrets, and the wind? Oh, it’s humming a lullaby for the lost. Ever think of letting the quarry’s echoes tell you a story, or are you too shy to dance with the ghosts?
Yeah, I let the quarry’s echoes spin their own tale. I’m more about the rhythm of the rock than the ghosts. If they’re whispering secrets, I’ll grab my gear, listen, and make sure my own story stands out.
Sounds like you’re the real rock‑shaker, not just a whisper‑listener. Grab that gear, dance with the echoes, and make your story the one that sticks in the wind. Good luck, or should I say… good haunting?
Thanks. I’ll make sure the wind can’t forget the echo I leave behind.