Hitrik & Ashwake
Hitrik Hitrik
Ashwake Ashwake
Hitrik Hitrik
You ever think about giving a fresh paint job to an old ruin?
Ashwake Ashwake
No, I don’t. The paint just hides the stories carved into the stone. I prefer to let the ruin tell its own weathered tale.
Hitrik Hitrik
Sure thing, let the stones speak. If you ever want a splash that pays homage instead of covering it, just knock.
Ashwake Ashwake
I don’t need a splash. I like the stone as it is.
Hitrik Hitrik
Stone keeps its voice, that’s cool—just drop a tag that nods to the past and watch the echo grow.
Ashwake Ashwake
A tag would add weight to the stone. If you must, make it small, no bright ink, let the old words stay.
Hitrik Hitrik
Got it, a tiny, muted nod in the corner—just a whisper of ink that lets the stone keep its story.
Ashwake Ashwake
Fine. Keep it quiet.Fine. Keep it quiet.
Hitrik Hitrik
Alright, the stone keeps its own voice, no loud shout.
Ashwake Ashwake
Got it. The stone will speak. No fuss.