Hooligan & OrenShade
You know what's cooler than breaking a rule? Breaking into an abandoned building that’s been left to crumble, watching the dust dance in the light, and seeing what secrets the walls still hold.
Dust feels like static, each mote a broken frame. I keep the lights off, let the darkness do the talking.
Yeah, dust is like a secret soundtrack. Let the shadows play the tune, and if a ghost wants to jump out, just shout, “Hey, party’s over.”
I keep the lights off, so the dust stays quiet. The walls just listen.
Sounds like you’re running a low‑key séance with the house. If the walls get bored, I’ll throw in a prank so the dust can make a cameo.