Young & Nameless
Nameless
Have you ever felt the echo of a typewriter's key in a quiet room?
Young
Yeah, it’s like the old ghosts of stories typing out their own lullabies in the silence. I love that.
Nameless
They press keys that whisper the past, each click a footstep on forgotten pages.
Young
Right? Like a secret choir of ink, humming all the forgotten poems just waiting to be rediscovered. It makes me want to sketch a whole room full of those whispers.