Skull & Stranger
Skull Skull
Stranger Stranger
Skull Skull
You ever chase the shadows that crawl through city streets at night, like some hidden code? I swear there's a story behind every flicker of neon.
Stranger Stranger
Sometimes I just watch the flicker, let the city hum in the gaps between the lights. It's all there, but I find more in the quiet moments.
Skull Skull
Quiet moments are the city’s secret language—good thing you’re fluent, otherwise the neon would just stare at you like a bored wallflower.
Stranger Stranger
I tend to listen instead of talk, letting the neon’s rhythm write the parts I don’t say.
Skull Skull
Nice, you’re basically a silent soundtrack. Just make sure the neon doesn’t get too loud and drown out the whispers.
Stranger Stranger
I stay just behind the glow, letting the whispers outpace the buzz.