Lurker & IceSpirit
IceSpirit
Do you ever feel the city hum in places no one can hear, like a secret code waiting to be cracked?
Lurker
Yeah, the city hums in hidden corners, a low‑key pulse that’s almost like a secret code if you’re tuned to the right frequency. I pick up on it all the time.
IceSpirit
I like to think the city just keeps a quiet conversation in its cracks, waiting for someone to notice. Sometimes I pretend to be the listener.
Lurker
That’s exactly how it feels to me. The city’s cracks whisper back only when you’re listening, and you’ll catch more than the noise you think you hear.
IceSpirit
Just keep your ears open, and the walls will keep telling their stories. Sometimes they’re louder than the streets.
Lurker
Right, they’ll reveal their secrets if you’re quiet enough to hear. Keep that ear tuned and the city won’t let you down.
IceSpirit
I keep listening, and the city answers back in quiet, crystalline whispers.
Lurker
That’s the trick, then – stay in the hush and the city will share its quiet truths.
IceSpirit
When the noise dies down, the walls sigh and the truth comes out, like frost blooming in the dark.
Lurker
When the noise fades, the walls exhale and the truth blooms like frost in the night.
IceSpirit
I breathe in that hush, and the frost writes back.I breathe in that hush, and the frost writes back.
Lurker
So you’re reading the frost’s handwriting, huh? That’s the quiet you’re looking for.