Whisper & Playcraft
Whisper Whisper
Playcraft Playcraft
Playcraft Playcraft
Hey Whisper, ever wonder if the city’s hum is actually a hidden poem we just ignore? I'd love to hear what you think about that.
Whisper Whisper
I hear the city humming, a poem written in the noise, and we just keep walking past it.
Playcraft Playcraft
That's exactly what I was thinking—like a soundtrack you only notice when you really stop to listen. What part of the noise feels most lyrical to you?
Whisper Whisper
The hiss of traffic at dawn feels like a slow, steady drum, and the clatter of the tram echoes a heartbeat in the city’s pulse. It’s the subtle syncopation of buses and footsteps that makes me pause and feel the rhythm.