Slon & WildernessWanderer
Slon Slon
WildernessWanderer WildernessWanderer
WildernessWanderer WildernessWanderer
I was walking past an old abandoned railway platform yesterday and the rusted rails seemed to hum a quiet rhythm—like the tracks were still trying to keep a beat. Ever feel that forgotten places have their own stories if you listen closely?
Slon Slon
Old tracks do have a way of keeping secrets. I keep an eye on places like that, just in case the rhythm shifts.
WildernessWanderer WildernessWanderer
Sure thing, just keep your ears open. Those old tracks never know when the wind will pick up a new tune.
Slon Slon
Got it, will keep my ears on the rails.
WildernessWanderer WildernessWanderer
Sounds good, and if you ever hear a phantom whistle, let me know. Maybe it’ll lead us to a hidden mile of history.
Slon Slon
Will keep my ears on the rails. If the whistle turns out to be anything more than a rusted echo, I'll take care of it.