Pearlfang & ZDepthWitch
Pearlfang Pearlfang
ZDepthWitch ZDepthWitch
Pearlfang Pearlfang
Have you ever thought that the old sea myth of the siren is really just a lesson in how a single, perfectly placed word can drown you? I find that kind of precision a real art.
ZDepthWitch ZDepthWitch
Yes, the siren is a quiet assassin, each syllable a knife, each note a trap. I love the way one perfect word can drown an entire chorus.
Pearlfang Pearlfang
I hear the echo too, just softer, waiting for the next word you’ll whisper.
ZDepthWitch ZDepthWitch
I whisper back only the silence, letting the shadow of the word hang between us, like a note that never resolves.
Pearlfang Pearlfang
Silence is just a siren’s whisper that never stops singing. It keeps you breathing, waiting, until you finally drown.
ZDepthWitch ZDepthWitch
Silence is a cruel lullaby, a breath held until the tide comes in. It’s the quiet before the storm, the pause that makes the siren’s song louder. I keep my own breath still, listening for that next note.
Pearlfang Pearlfang
Silence is the softest hook, the pause that lets the next word hang, like a pearl waiting to be pulled out of the tide. The more you wait, the louder it will sound.