FrameWalker & Narrator
FrameWalker FrameWalker
Narrator Narrator
FrameWalker FrameWalker
There's a quiet rhythm in the way old brick walls hold memories; I wonder what stories those silent facades could tell if you listen closely.
Narrator Narrator
Ah, those walls whisper tales of forgotten footsteps and quiet afternoons. If you pause and lean close, you might hear the rustle of paper, the sigh of an old clock, perhaps even a child's giggle from years ago. Every crack and mossy patch is a chapter waiting to be read by those who dare listen.
FrameWalker FrameWalker
I’ll pause beside that wall, my camera in one hand, and listen. The city has its own quiet soundtrack.