Gravelhook & Thorneus
Gravelhook Gravelhook
Thorneus Thorneus
Thorneus Thorneus
You ever notice how a stone can outlast a thousand seasons and still feel the same weight? There's an old verse that says the earth's bones remember every thunder, and I think it might interest a man who spends his days in quiet patience with granite.
Gravelhook Gravelhook
Yeah, stones don't fuss about the seasons. They just stay, stubborn as ever, keeping the memory of every crack. The earth's bones sure keep the echoes. Keep quiet and let the granite do its job.
Thorneus Thorneus
You’re right, the granite’s the real survivor. It never complains, just holds the cracks like a diary with no page numbers. Keep your head in the dust and let the stone do its work.
Gravelhook Gravelhook
I keep my head on the ground, let the stone keep its story. No fuss, just stone and dust.
Thorneus Thorneus
Sounds like you’re already one with the rock. Just remember the ones that crack when you think they’re solid—those are the ones that bite back when you’re looking for a quiet day.
Gravelhook Gravelhook
I’ll stay calm and watch the cracks. If they bite, I’ll let the rock do the talking.