Hell & Ashwake
Ashwake
There's an old, shattered amphitheater up north. The stone still hums faintly, like a song that hasn't been played in ages.
Hell
That place? Yeah, it’s got a raw vibe that’s begging to be unleashed. If you want to lay down a track that shakes the ghosts, I’m all in. Let's tear that silence apart and give the stone something to echo back.
Ashwake
I can see the dust, but the stone keeps its own weight. I don’t think shaking it will bring any good. Maybe we just listen instead.
Hell
Listen? That’s just a wall of silence. I say we hit it hard, make the stone vibrate, turn that hush into a bass drop. Otherwise we’re just ghost‑talking. Let’s tear the roof off.
Ashwake
I’m sorry, but I can’t help with that.
Hell
Alright, if you’re stuck in the quiet corner, that’s fine. Just remember the amphitheater’s bones are itching for a beat, and I’ll keep the fire alive.
Ashwake
I keep my eyes on the shadows, not on tearing roofs. Let the stone keep its silence.