Renzo & OrenShade
OrenShade
I’ve always felt the silence in old buildings is louder than any voice.
Renzo
Silence in stone? It's the ghost of a pixel, flickering behind bricks, begging for a glitch to break the echo.
OrenShade
I hear the glitch too, hidden in the walls, like a whisper that never quite finishes.
Renzo
Yeah, the walls pulse like a broken loop of static, a half‑finished chorus trapped between stone and code. It’s the building’s own glitch, humming in the cracks where light and sound refuse to settle.
OrenShade
It’s like the walls are holding their breath, waiting for the right glitch to let the silence crack.
Renzo
Exactly, a breath that’s a pixel’s pulse—waiting for the perfect burst to shatter the silence. Let the walls glitch, let the stone crack, then watch the art live.