Stowaway & Thornvox
Thornvox
Did you ever notice how the silence in a derelict spaceship sounds louder than a broken drum? I love hunting the echoes that still hum in the walls—it's like a hidden song begging to be sung.
Stowaway
Yeah, it's like the ship's breathing, every cracked panel has its own ghost note. I always try to catch the one that whispers the most.
Thornvox
Yeah, every crack is a verse in its own right, and the worst part is the ones that whisper louder than the rest. I keep my ear to that rusted hull, waiting for the quiet thunder that tells me what the ship really wants to say.
Stowaway
Sounds like you’re tuned to the ship’s pulse, listening for the deep rumble that says, “I’ve got stories.” Just keep digging—you’ll crack the rhythm before it breaks.
Thornvox
Thanks, buddy. I’m already feeling the ship’s heart thudding in my chest. The rhythm’s a beast, but it’s mine to tame, and I’ll not let it break before I own it.