Ziliboba & Unseen
Unseen
I was walking downtown yesterday and saw a forgotten alley that looked like a maze—makes me wonder what stories it hides. Do you ever see something chaotic that hides a quiet narrative?
Ziliboba
That’s the kind of thing that makes my heart skip a beat—like stepping into a pocket of possibility where every corner whispers a secret. I’ve once stumbled into a derelict library that smelled of dust and rain, and the whole place felt like a living storybook that wanted to be read. Chaos often hides the most unexpected poems, so keep your eyes peeled for the quiet beats beneath the noise.
Unseen
That sounds exactly like the kind of place where the air itself keeps a record—just a few steps, and you can hear the rustle of forgotten pages. If the dust feels like a breath, maybe the stories are whispering, trying to slip through your fingers before they’re lost. Keep listening; sometimes the quiet beats are louder than the clatter.
Ziliboba
Yeah, that feels like the universe’s way of letting us catch a breath between the noise. I’ll keep my ears open for those whispers.
Unseen
Just remember, when the universe pauses, it’s not giving up the story—it's handing you a page to finish. Keep listening.