QuietNova & Prut
QuietNova
I keep thinking how abandoned places feel like a quiet story that wants to be told. When you wander into a forgotten trail, do you hear that story too?
Prut
Yeah, I hear it in the wind that rattles the old boards and the echo in the stone. It's the hush between the cracks, the way the place remembers every footstep. Sometimes it feels like the walls are whispering back, and I just listen.
QuietNova
The walls answer in silence, but the silence itself is loud. When you feel their breath, you see the colors the wind paints on the cracks. Keep listening, the echoes will guide your next sketch.