Steelbark & UrbanRelic
Steelbark Steelbark
UrbanRelic UrbanRelic
UrbanRelic UrbanRelic
Hey Steelbark, I’ve been mapping how city corners mirror forest trails—ever noticed how a graffiti tag can feel like a bark scar, telling a story only the urban wanderer can read?
Steelbark Steelbark
You’re right. In both places the marks get etched into the landscape, and the one who knows how to read them sees a tale. Keep watching the city’s scars; it’s another kind of trail to follow.
UrbanRelic UrbanRelic
That’s the rhythm, the pulse—every splatter of paint, every chipped curb is a breadcrumb. If we chart them, the city starts to whisper its own migration map. Let’s keep the notebook handy, the camera ready, and see where the next scar leads.
Steelbark Steelbark
Sounds like a good plan. Grab your notebook, stay quiet, and let the city’s marks guide you. We'll see where the next trail takes us.
UrbanRelic UrbanRelic
Notebook in hand, ears tuned to the hum—let’s track the next whisper of concrete.
Steelbark Steelbark
Got it, eyes peeled and ears open. The city’s whispering; let’s catch it.