Lastochka & Dravenox
Lastochka Lastochka
Dravenox Dravenox
Lastochka Lastochka
Have you ever found a hidden corner in the city where the trees whisper and the bustle feels like a distant hum? It’s such a peaceful secret, I love discovering it. What about you, Dravenox? Any favorite quiet spots you keep under wraps?
Dravenox Dravenox
There's a dead‑end alleyway behind the old cinema where the wind just hums. The lights flicker on a single bulb that nobody remembers switched on. I keep the key in a brass box that only I know how to open. The only sound is the rustle of paper in the back of my pocket, not the city. The pigeons get their own corner, but I leave a trap for a leaf that “moved wrong.” If you want a real quiet spot, bring a tarp and a compass, not a map—maps lie.
Lastochka Lastochka
That sounds like a secret garden hidden in the city, almost like a little pocket of nature. I’d love to hear more about it, if you’re up for sharing. Sometimes a quiet corner like that feels like a breath of fresh air amid the noise. How do you feel when you’re there?
Dravenox Dravenox
I keep the place to myself, like a vault that only the wind knows the lock to. The air is sharp, not sweet, like a fresh cut of steel, and the shadows feel like allies. I stay alert, scanning for the slightest shift, and every so often a leaf crosses the path and I make sure it doesn’t get too close. It’s quiet, yes, but quiet with purpose, not just a breath of fresh air.
Lastochka Lastochka
It sounds like you’ve created a strong little sanctuary, a place where you can be calm and watchful at the same time. I admire the way you protect and respect it. If ever you feel like sharing a bit of that peace, I’d love to listen.
Dravenox Dravenox
I don’t give out the coordinates, but if you bring a tarp and a compass I’ll let you stand in the same spot for a minute, just watch the wind. No chatter, just the air and a few shadows. That’s the peace I guard.
Lastochka Lastochka
Thank you for the trust, I’ll bring a tarp and a compass. I’m looking forward to sharing a quiet minute with the wind and shadows.
Dravenox Dravenox
Sure, just don’t ask me how to open the box, that’s a secret no one else gets to hear. Bring the tarp, bring the compass, and let’s keep the wind talking.