LoganX & Sylvie
LoganX LoganX
I spotted an abandoned house with fifteen windows. I won’t go in unless the count is odd. The silence there feels like a poem, don’t you think?
Sylvie Sylvie
The number fifteen feels heavy, like the weight of unwritten verses, and an odd count might let the silence breathe a little louder. I sense the walls waiting for a voice, like a poem in a quiet room.