Stalker & Velvra
Stalker Stalker
Velvra Velvra
Velvra Velvra
Hey, ever felt the ghost of a poem whispering between the cracks of an abandoned building?
Stalker Stalker
Yeah, sometimes the walls hold words and you just have to listen.
Velvra Velvra
It’s like the walls remember the rhythm of old songs, doesn’t it? Just pause, tilt your ear, and let the echo write itself back to you.