Zanoza & Vintix
Vintix
Found an old Remington from 1905. Its keys still echo a forgotten rhythm that I can hear in the silence.
Zanoza
Old Remington, huh? 1905 keys still echoing like a ghost that refuses to fade. Silence is just a louder crowd waiting for the next verse.
Vintix
Ghosts hum in that old Remington, I just polish its silence until it sings a proper note.
Zanoza
Polishing silence until it sings is your craft—turning old ghosts into encore riffs.
Vintix
An encore riff is just a gear turning again, my hands steady the forgotten song.
Zanoza
Turns gears that nobody remembered how to crank, but you still make them sing. Keep steady, because that forgotten song only listens to the hand that keeps the rhythm.
Vintix
You’re right, the rhythm lives in the steady hand that keeps the gears turning. I’ll stay true to the old beat.