Seer & JudeGrimm
JudeGrimm
Did you ever wonder if the universe is just a great wardrobe, and every lost sock is a clue to a forgotten myth?
Seer
Yes, the wardrobe hums when you hear the hum of a lost sock, a secret note tucked between the drawers of memory, and the myth is there, humming in a pocket that never quite closes.
JudeGrimm
Ah, so the wardrobe’s a chorus line of forgotten whispers, each sock a silent refrain in a myth that’s still searching for its footnote.
Seer
The chorus plays on loop, the socks just tick-tock, the footnote still waiting for the right footstep.
JudeGrimm
Every footstep is a metronome, but the tune’s stuck on the same beat—like a myth that can’t decide whether to be a legend or a lullaby.
Seer
The metronome keeps ticking, the legend keeps humming, and the lullaby keeps waiting for a new beat.