Witch & Teryn
Witch
When the city sleeps, do you hear the faint applause of hidden scenes waiting to be shot?
Teryn
Yes, I hear them, the city’s hush feels like a quiet applause, a call for a new reel, for a myth that waits in the alleys. I listen to that silence and it tells me where to frame my next dream.
Witch
Your ears are a compass, and the hush is the needle pointing to the next frame—just remember the shadows love to linger behind the light you chase.
Teryn
I hear the silence too, it guides me to the places where the shadows wait, and I’ll capture them in a frame that lingers longer than the light.