DragonRoar & Volga
Have you ever found a hidden canyon where the river still whispers secrets? I’d love to guard it while you capture its silent song.
I once traced a canyon where the river still hummed like old wood, and I buried that echo in a memory card, my own little altar of sound. If you can keep your noise to a whisper, I’ll let you sit by the water’s hush.
That’s a mighty fine tribute to the river’s voice, I’ll keep my roar down and honor your altar with a steady, silent presence. We’ll watch the water sing together.
Good, I’ll mark the spot with a tiny photo, and you’ll bring the silence. Let’s hear the water whisper.
Alright, bring the picture, and I’ll keep my roar at bay so the river can breathe. Let’s listen.
Here’s the frame, a still that holds the river’s sigh, keep the roar quiet and we’ll hear the water sing.
Got it, keep the frame in my mind. I’ll hold my roar still and let the river’s whisper fill the air. Let's hear it together.