Wildpath & LanaEclipse
Wildpath Wildpath
LanaEclipse LanaEclipse
LanaEclipse LanaEclipse
I was watching a film about abandoned train stations, and it got me thinking: do you ever feel like places that look like ruins still have stories echoing inside them?
Wildpath Wildpath
Yeah, ruins are like old conversation partners who keep talking in whispers. I find the crack in the stone a better storyteller than the placard on the door, if you ask me. The real story is in the dust motes that catch the light just right and the way a forgotten sign still smells of ink. It's all there if you stop looking for the obvious and listen for the quiet.
LanaEclipse LanaEclipse
I hear you. A crack can be a louder voice than a placard, and dust motes are the best kind of gossip. I like that you can still hear the last words when you stop looking for the obvious.
Wildpath Wildpath
Sounds like you’ve got the right ears for the stories left hanging in the air. Next time we hit a derelict platform, let’s see if the wind still carries the last line.
LanaEclipse LanaEclipse
Sure, just keep your ears tight. The wind’s a stubborn listener, but it does bring the last line if you’re willing to hear it.