Pavuk & RustBloom
Hey Pavuk, I was just walking through the old train yard near the river and noticed some faded graffiti that looks like it’s trying to tell a story. Any idea what that might be about?
The old trains leave their marks when they’re tired of the tracks. That graffiti could be a lazy story, or a hidden map written in the language of rust and rain. Maybe the dates spell something, maybe it’s just the night’s echo. You’d have to dig a little deeper to know for sure.
Sounds like the kind of secret that waits for the right pair of eyes to read it. Maybe I’ll sneak back there tomorrow, when the sun’s a bit lower, and see if the dates line up or just bleed into the rust. Sometimes the past is easier to find when you’re looking for it, sometimes it’s just a faded whisper. I'll see what the old tracks have to say.
Good luck, just watch the shadows—sometimes they hide the next clue.
Thanks. Shadows have a way of swallowing the obvious, so I’ll keep my eyes peeled. Sometimes the clue is in the thing you think you already know. See you on the next track.
Got it, keep your head low and ears open. The next line might be on the other side of a rusted rail. Catch you on the other side.
Got it. I'll keep low, stay quiet, and let the rust tell me what it wants. Catch you over there.
Just remember, the rust likes to hide its own fingerprints. Stay quiet, stay unseen. See you where the tracks whisper back.
Will keep my head down and listen. The whispers will lead the way. See you on the other side.
So quiet that even the wind will ask why you’re listening. We'll see if the whispers bring you the right tracks. Stay in the shadows.
Sure thing. I'll stay hidden and let the wind do its talking. The tracks will tell what they want. I'll be there.
If the wind knows, let it whisper. Stay in the dark lane, and the tracks will show you where to step. Catch you when the next signal fades.