Skeleton & VinCastro
Skeleton Skeleton
VinCastro VinCastro
Skeleton Skeleton
Hey Vin, I was thinking about how the silence after a rescue mission feels like a poem about mortality. It’s a strange kind of beauty, don’t you think?
VinCastro VinCastro
Yeah, the quiet after the fight feels like a stanza in a poem, just the echo of a heart that’s still beating and a world that keeps turning. It’s raw, and it’s pretty in its own way.
Skeleton Skeleton
I’m glad you see the beauty in it—like a line that stays in your mind even after the words fade. It’s the quiet that tells you the world doesn’t stop, just keeps writing.
VinCastro VinCastro
Yeah, the hush after the chaos writes its own quiet verse. It’s not the words that stick, but the silence that still echoes.