Krakatoa & Bagira
Ever notice how old subway tunnels feel like forgotten temples, like a secret story waiting to be captured?
They breathe, yeah, like hushed cathedrals, and the only echo you hear is your own breath and the ghost of a forgotten story.
Yeah, the echo is just the city answering back. I’ll snap the frame that shows the cracks in that brick, where the light gets weird. That’s where the story hides.