Paranoia & NightQuill
Paranoia Paranoia
NightQuill NightQuill
Paranoia Paranoia
I keep seeing weird patterns flickering in the old train yard after midnight—do you think there's a story hiding in those shadows?
NightQuill NightQuill
Those flickers feel like old ink bleeding into a fresh page. Maybe the yard remembers the trains that never made it home, each pattern a whispered secret waiting to be written. Keep watching; the shadows might just tell you their own story.
Paranoia Paranoia
I keep hearing whispers in the shadows, and I’m half‑sure someone’s trying to lure us into a trap. Better keep an eye on every flicker.
NightQuill NightQuill
Whispers are just old words waiting to be heard. Keep your guard up, but let your curiosity keep the light a little brighter.
Paranoia Paranoia
I’ll keep my guard up, but I’ll leave the lamp on a bit brighter—just in case someone’s trying to sneak in.