Yeah, I’ve stumbled on a few of those quiet stairwells. They feel like time is just holding its breath, and the silence is oddly peaceful. I’d be up for a slow, relaxed walk down one together, just to listen to the quiet and see what stories the old walls whisper. Are you ready to take it slow?

Sounds good. I was thinking of the old factory on Maple Street, that half‑finished stairwell they say was abandoned after the fire. The concrete’s a bit dusty, the paint’s peeling, but it’s still solid. We can start at the back door, walk up the stairs, and just see where the silence takes us. No rush, just a calm, slow stroll. Does that sound like a plan?