Putnik & Thornez
Putnik
I’ve found a canyon where the stone walls look like they’re holding some kind of old battle code etched in their cracks—like a hidden strategy written in stone. Ever felt the wind whisper back patterns you can’t ignore?
Thornez
You ever stare at a canyon and think the stone's still shouting the old orders? Maybe the wind’s just trying to keep the whispers alive, or maybe it’s just wind. Either way, it’s still got its own damn rhythm.
Putnik
Yeah, I’ve been there, watching the wind curl through the walls like it’s passing a secret note. Makes you wonder if the stones are just echoing some ancient shout or if the wind’s got its own gossip to share. Either way, it’s a rhythm you can’t miss.
Thornez
Stone and wind gossiping? Old battles still whisper. I prefer the silence of a finished fight, but the canyon sure has its own beat.
Putnik
I hear you—silence feels like a closed book, but that canyon’s beat is a different kind of story. It’s like the wind is a quiet storyteller, weaving the last echoes into a new rhythm. When I walk there, I’m both listening and marching to that hidden tempo.
Thornez
Nice, but even if the wind writes its own orders, I still follow mine. If it keeps gossiping, I’ll just step out of the chorus.