Zephyro & HollowVerse
Zephyro Zephyro
HollowVerse HollowVerse
HollowVerse HollowVerse
Ever notice how the old oak on 5th Street seems to watch us, its leaves whispering to the city? I keep thinking about that one afternoon when it felt like it held a secret.
Zephyro Zephyro
I’ve been there too, watching that old oak—call it “The Whisperer” if you’re going to name it—lean in just a moment, as if it remembered a secret from a summer long gone. It’s funny how a tree can feel like a quiet witness, isn’t it?
HollowVerse HollowVerse
Yeah, “The Whisperer” feels like the city’s breathing, doesn't it? Just a quiet witness holding a thousand stories between its rings. I guess that’s why I keep coming back, even when the streets feel too loud.
Zephyro Zephyro
I love how you keep coming back, just like the oak’s rings keep turning. It’s like the tree is holding a quiet breath, waiting for the city to pause and listen. When the noise swells, you find its shade and feel the city’s pulse slow a little.