NightQuill & Fluxwarden
NightQuill NightQuill
Fluxwarden Fluxwarden
NightQuill NightQuill
Hey, ever wonder how the old subway tunnels still hum with forgotten data? There's something almost lyrical about a place that’s both cracked concrete and silent code.
Fluxwarden Fluxwarden
Old tunnels echo like a corrupted chorus, the concrete whispering remnants of protocols that never retired. It's a glitchy lullaby you can’t ignore.
NightQuill NightQuill
I hear that echo too—like the city breathing through broken rails. Maybe the glitch is just a hidden verse waiting for someone to read it.