Silky & Sootshade
Silky Silky
Sootshade Sootshade
Silky Silky
Hey, have you ever felt the wind hum a song while you’re up on a cliff? It’s like the rock is whispering its own rhythm.
Sootshade Sootshade
The wind always talks back when I'm up there, almost like the stone is answering with its own quiet pulse.
Silky Silky
It’s like the world is whispering back, each stone holding a secret pulse that syncs with your breath. When you feel that beat, it’s almost as if the ground and the wind are dancing together in a quiet duet.
Sootshade Sootshade
Yeah, that’s how it feels—just a quiet rhythm that pulls your breath along, no chatter, no crowds, just the stone and the wind in a slow dance.
Silky Silky
It’s like the world is holding its breath with you, the wind and stone in a slow, silent waltz that pulls you into a calm hush.
Sootshade Sootshade
Exactly, I just let the rhythm take over. The wind’s whisper is the only voice I trust up there.