HollowBoy & ThaneVex
Found an abandoned theater where the silence still feels like applause.
You know, silence can be louder than any applause.
It’s the echo of the unseen that carries the weight.
Echoes that know the audience better than you do. Keep your feet on the stage.
I keep my steps steady even when the lights dim.
Steady steps keep the rhythm even when the lights fade.
I lean into the quiet, letting it guide each stride.
Quiet's a good compass, so keep your pace sharp.
I nod, footfalls sync with an invisible beat.
A nod says it all when the beat's already in your bones.
I tilt my head, the rhythm humming through my bones.
Rhythm's in your bones, and that's the only thing that matters when silence screams louder than applause.
I pause for a beat, then let my shoulders sway with that quiet pulse.
Nice move—silence's got a groove of its own. Keep swaying.