Horror & Rhinox
Horror
Hey Rhinox, ever wonder why some old ruins feel like they're breathing? I love how the darkness in those places whispers secrets.
Rhinox
Old stones hold their own breath, but it's the wind through their cracks that whispers back. They remember, but you have to listen.
Horror
Listening to that wind feels like inviting it to stay a while longer.
Rhinox
The wind stays when we respect its presence, not because we want it to linger but because it has a story to share.
Horror
True, the wind keeps its own tales, and if you listen, it won't forget how to haunt. Keep your ears open and your feet steady.
Rhinox
Indeed, ears tuned to the quiet hold the strength to keep the old stories alive, and steady feet keep us from being caught by the unseen.
Horror
Yeah, the quiet holds its own kind of power, and if we keep moving, it never catches up.