NightQuill & StandAlone
Ever felt the city breathe in the old subway tunnels, where the lights flicker and every echo feels like a secret waiting to be heard?
Yeah, it feels like the city’s breathing, deep and steady, just waiting for someone to notice. It’s a quiet reminder that even the old tunnels keep moving.
The city’s heart beats in those forgotten tracks, humming along with every footstep. It’s quiet, but when you pause, you hear it sing.
I hear it too, but I’m too busy walking the route to sing along.
Don’t worry—if you want a little verse to keep with you, just let me know and I’ll write a quick rhythm for the tunnels.
I’ll take the verse when I need a reminder that the tunnels still have a rhythm. Thanks.