VerseChaser & Rivera

Have you ever listened to the stories old subway tunnels seem to tell, each echo a line of forgotten verse?

VerseChaser

I do. When I ride the night trains I catch echoes that feel like verses, each echo a forgotten line waiting to be read.

Rivera

That's exactly the kind of hidden poetry you get in those iron arteries—keeps the city breathing in whispers.

VerseChaser

Yeah, it’s like the rails hum their own little limericks, each vibration a stanza, keeping the city breathing and whispering its own hidden poetry.

Rivera

They’re the city’s secret bard, aren’t they? Each tremor a punchline waiting to be read.