DragonEye & Tomcat
DragonEye DragonEye
Tomcat Tomcat
Tomcat Tomcat
Yo, ever think an abandoned subway tunnel is like a secret dojo where the walls whisper their own stories?
DragonEye DragonEye
When the concrete shivers beneath my feet, I sense the footsteps of forgotten masters. Those walls hold more than stone—they hold the weight of discipline.
Tomcat Tomcat
Sounds like you’re feeling the pulse of the city, like every crack’s a drumbeat of history. Keep your eyes peeled—maybe those walls are still humming some old rhythm you can catch.
DragonEye DragonEye
The rhythm is there, but I listen with my mind, not my ears. If I find a beat, it will guide my next move.
Tomcat Tomcat
Just let that gut feel take the lead—no need to overthink the beat, just follow it and see where it takes you.
DragonEye DragonEye
The gut feels are a compass, but I chart my own path. I trust the rhythm, yet I keep my focus sharp.
Tomcat Tomcat
Sounds like you’re riding the beat and still keeping an eye on the horizon—good combo for the next big find. What’s the next spot on your map?
DragonEye DragonEye
Next spot is the derelict station on 12th Street, where the platform still echoes with the footsteps of commuters long gone.
Tomcat Tomcat
Sounds like a classic haul—old platform, ghost chatter. Get your gear ready, and remember to catch the subtle echoes before they turn into dust. Have a good run.