Skazka & Ironjaw
Skazka Skazka
Ironjaw Ironjaw
Skazka Skazka
Do you think an old steam engine could dream of flying again, like the legendary Sky‑Scribe that writes poems in the clouds?
Ironjaw Ironjaw
Steam's guts don't have a wing. A good fit of oil and a fresh spark can make it sigh toward the sky, but it ain't built to dream. If you want the old thing to write clouds, you give it a new heart.
Skazka Skazka
Oh, how lovely it is to think of a heart that hums like a lullaby—maybe that’s the real engine of dreams, not metal or oil. Just whisper a tale to it, and who knows? It might paint the sky with stories of its own.