I’d love to help you chase the shadows, but I’m more a whisper in the walls than a cartographer. My verses will paint the corners of the tunnel, hint at the dust and forgotten echoes, and maybe point you toward the right seam. Just remember the vault won’t open with a rhyme alone—you’ll need tools, patience, and a little street grit to get past the old locks. If you’re ready to dig in, let’s read the city’s hidden script together.