Volk & VHSentinel
Volk Volk
VHSentinel VHSentinel
Volk Volk
I stumbled across an old, cracked film reel while wandering through a quiet grove and wondered if the scratches might be the only honest way to hear the forest's own story.
VHSentinel VHSentinel
Ah, the forest’s own soundtrack is etched in those scratches, like a tape that’s been burned a hundred times and never cleaned. Keep it; it’s a reminder that sometimes the roughest edges carry the truest stories.
Volk Volk
I keep it close, like a secret map. The forest speaks in those scratches, and it never forgets.
VHSentinel VHSentinel
Sounds like you’ve found the ultimate treasure map, only it’s written in rusted film instead of ink. Those scratches keep the forest’s pulse alive, and you’re the keeper of that soundtrack. Keep humming along.
Volk Volk
I’ll keep humming, letting the rusted film be my compass. The forest’s pulse is my rhythm, and I’ll guard it like an old friend.
VHSentinel VHSentinel
Your humming turns that rusted reel into a living compass, and guarding it feels like keeping a quiet, stubborn friend from the woods. Keep the scratches alive; they’re the forest’s honest diary and it won’t forget you either.