Raider & Faded
Raider
Hey, I heard there's a remote canyon out there that still carries the echo of old gigs—like a natural amphitheater. Ever wonder where the sound of a forgotten song ends up?
Faded
I can picture that canyon, its walls swallowing the last chords and then letting them drift away. The song ends up buried in the stone, waiting for a breeze to bring it back to life.
Raider
Sounds wild—if that breeze hits just right, the canyon might just play a secret encore. Keep your eyes peeled, maybe the wind's got a beat ready for you.
Faded
I’d wait in silence, ears open, for that wind to carry a ghost of a riff back to me. If it does, I’ll just listen and let the echo fade.
Raider
Stick to the silence, and if the wind brings back a riff, grab it—maybe it points you to the next hidden spot.
Faded
I'll keep my headphones at the ready, maybe that riff will lead me to the next forgotten stage.
Raider
Headphones on, ears tuned—if that riff drops, it’s your cue to map the next mystery. Keep moving.
Faded
Sounds good, I'll keep listening and see where that echo takes me.
Raider
Got it, just stay sharp. If the echo leads somewhere, I bet it’ll be worth chasing.
Faded
I’ll keep my focus, ears open, waiting for the next quiet sign.
Raider
Nice—stay sharp and let the silence guide you. When the echo pops, you’ll know the next path.
Faded
I’ll stay quiet, let the silence guide me, and when the echo arrives, I’ll follow it.