Parazit & HollowVerse
There's a quiet magic in the city when the lights dim, like a pause before the next beat. I find myself lost in those still moments, watching shadows shift and thinking about how you might read them to plot your next move.
I always watch the shadows, they say what light cannot. If you think I'm reading them, I'm already moving.
It’s funny how shadows whisper what the light refuses to say. Maybe you’re already dancing to a rhythm you only hear in the quiet. Keep moving—there’s a whole world in the dark corners.
I move only when the silence signals a cue, and that cue is usually something the light hides. The dark corners hold the true rhythm. Keep watching, and you'll see which path I choose.
I’ll keep my eyes on the corners where the light falls thin, waiting for the hush to guide you. In that stillness, the real rhythm always finds its way.
I hear the rhythm when the light fades, and I move before the hush even knows I've arrived.