Bandit & Moroz
Bandit
Ever slipped into an abandoned train station with snow whispering on the tracks? I find the quiet there like a secret poem waiting to be read. What do you feel when the world’s frozen outside and you’re the only one there?
Moroz
I hear the tracks echo in the silence, like a quiet poem written in frost. The station feels like a cold breath, and I am the lone word in that hush, watching time melt away into the snow outside.
Bandit
That’s the kind of vibe I’m talking about—like you’ve carved out your own little kingdom in the frost, and the tracks are your throne. Keep that chill, keep watching the snow do its slow dance, and don’t forget to leave the place just the way you found it.
Moroz
The tracks feel like a quiet crown, and I sit there, watching the snow fall, keeping the hush and leaving everything just as it was.
Bandit
Nice. Keep that hush, keep that chill. And remember, the best explorers leave no trail behind.
Moroz
I’ll keep the hush, let the snow swallow the footprints, and let the silence be my only guide.