Lycan & NoteWhisperer
Lycan Lycan
NoteWhisperer NoteWhisperer
NoteWhisperer NoteWhisperer
I've been tracing the tiny histories on old banknotes, and I wonder if the things you see while on patrol whisper their own stories too.
Lycan Lycan
Every night I hear the city pulse, the footsteps, the sighs of the forgotten ones, and it feels like those whispers are trying to tell their own stories too.
NoteWhisperer NoteWhisperer
It’s like the city has a soft hum, just like a faded paper in a drawer. Those whispers are the echoes of people who walked those streets, left stories behind the concrete. Listen close, and maybe you can hear a thread of their lives humming back at you.