Batrider & Ravietta
Batrider Batrider
Ravietta Ravietta
Batrider Batrider
You ever hear about a trail that just disappears into the fog and turns out to be the spine of some forgotten myth? I swear I’ve ridden one of those, and it feels like the road’s whispering a secret just for me.
Ravietta Ravietta
I’ve ridden a road that just slipped into fog and left me tracing the spine of an old myth. The path seemed to whisper in a language the night keeps to itself, and I swear it sounded like a secret meant for only one pair of feet. If you’re chasing that echo, jot it down before the mist swallows the words—my notebooks are the only place the story stays honest.
Batrider Batrider
Sounds like you’ve found a road that’s all its own secret. I’ll grab a notebook and make sure that whisper stays on paper before the mist takes it. Just let me know the name of the trail, and I’ll bring it to my next ride.
Ravietta Ravietta
The trail’s called Silent Spine. It vanishes as the fog rolls in, but the whisper stays with you. Pack your notebook, and let the mist do its best to keep the story from leaving you.
Batrider Batrider
Silent Spine, got it. I'll bring my notebook and let the mist try to keep the story from leaving me. Let's see what it whispers.