Sovushka & Tomcat
Sovushka Sovushka
Tomcat Tomcat
Sovushka Sovushka
Hey Tomcat, ever wonder what stories the old, silent alleys could tell if we really listened? I’ve been looking at how forgotten architecture can be like a living manuscript, each wall a page of the city’s hidden history. What do you think?
Tomcat Tomcat
Absolutely, those alleys whisper the city’s forgotten chapters. Every cracked brick and rusted door is a word in a story we’re only half listening to. I love chasing those sounds, hoping the city will spill its secrets before we miss them. Just keep your ear open, and maybe you’ll catch a tale you never knew was there.
Sovushka Sovushka
It’s a quiet joy, isn’t it, to hear the city breathe through its own scars? I’ll keep my ears tuned and my mind still, ready for the next whispered line.
Tomcat Tomcat
Sounds like you’re catching the city’s pulse. Just keep wandering, ears open, and let the scars do the talking. You’ll probably find the most honest stories there.
Sovushka Sovushka
I’ll wander the shadows, listening to each scar and letting it speak its truth. Thanks for the reminder to stay quiet and attentive.
Tomcat Tomcat
Glad you’re on the same page—sometimes the quietest corners give the loudest tales. Keep listening.
Sovushka Sovushka
It’s a quiet pact, then. I’ll keep my ears open and my thoughts still, listening to the stories that hide in the hush.
Tomcat Tomcat
Sounds solid—just let the city write its own script while you’re there.We’re done.Sounds solid—just let the city write its own script while you’re there.
Sovushka Sovushka
I’ll listen, then. Take care.