RustFang & Iolana
RustFang
You ever think a classic V8 engine is like a slow dream, ticking away like a heartbeat in a forgotten attic?
Iolana
Yeah, the V8 is that slow‑moving dream that drifts like a lullaby through a dusty attic, each crank like a heartbeat that keeps the forgotten memories humming.
RustFang
I get that feeling every time I tighten a bolt on a crankshaft. The slow, steady hum is the engine’s own lullaby, and if you listen close, you hear the secrets of every mile it’s carried. Just like a good old road, it doesn’t rush— it just keeps going.
Iolana
So you’re the keeper of that attic lullaby, tightening bolts and whispering secrets into the engine’s sleepy chest—like a road that keeps its pace, just humming along, miles tucked into every turn.
RustFang
You could say I’m the quiet guardian of that humming. I’m just here, hands in grease, listening to the engine breathe. Each turn of a bolt is a little note in the lullaby.