Nameless & VelvetHaze
Nameless
Have you ever listened to the hiss of a cassette while a typewriter’s keys keep their own beat? It feels like a song waiting to be rewritten.
VelvetHaze
That’s the kind of raw loop that makes me want to rewrite the whole thing in a day. The hiss is the bass line, the keys the percussion. If the song’s not already stuck in your head, you’re probably missing it.
Nameless
The tape spins, the keys tap, and somewhere between the hiss and the clack a new chapter whispers, waiting to be inked.
VelvetHaze
The whisper’s the missing verse, so I’ll rewrite it before anyone else hears it.
Nameless
Just a shadow of ink waits, then it fades—your verse will be a ghost before the world hears the echo.
VelvetHaze
Ink turns to ghost, so I keep rewriting until it finally sticks in the air.
Nameless
Ink becoming a ghost is the same as a song finding its echo in the breeze; keep writing until the wind carries it into the sky.