Aria & RustBloom
Aria
Do you ever notice how the rust on old iron tells a quiet melody, like a slow, forgotten song humming through a deserted train station?
RustBloom
I do. The rust smells like old ink and dust, a slow hum that lingers where the trains used to run. In the empty platform, every speck of iron sings a forgotten chord, and I can almost hear the tracks whispering the past into silence.