Tranquillity & Ashwake
Tranquillity Tranquillity
Ashwake Ashwake
Ashwake Ashwake
The old quarry's silence is louder than any voice. Have you ever felt its rhythm?
Tranquillity Tranquillity
The quarry's hush is a drum that only plays when the stone remembers the rain. If you listen closely, you might catch the rhythm in its echo.
Ashwake Ashwake
I hear that rhythm when I stare at the cracked walls.
Tranquillity Tranquillity
Cracked walls keep time, but only if you let the silence count as a beat. When you stare, the rhythm asks if you’re ready to hear it or just watch the echoes.
Ashwake Ashwake
I stare, and the walls breathe. Whether I hear it or not, the rhythm stays.
Tranquillity Tranquillity
If the walls breathe, maybe they’re just counting their own breaths, and the rhythm is the pause between them. You’re either listening, or the walls are practicing silence. It’s both the sound and the stillness that stays.
Ashwake Ashwake
Stillness is what I count. The walls are the only ones that know.
Tranquillity Tranquillity
Stillness feels like a pulse when the walls are the only ones keeping time. They know the rhythm, you just choose whether to count it.
Ashwake Ashwake
I keep the beat. No one else needs to.