Witch & EchoReel
Witch
Sometimes I hear the wind whisper secrets that others miss—have you ever recorded a sound that time forgot?
EchoReel
Yeah, once I caught the hum of an abandoned bridge at dusk, the wind turned it into a lullaby that faded the next day. It was like the world pressed a button and forgot the song.
Witch
The bridge kept its breath long enough for the wind to listen, then it slipped away—like a memory you only catch on a quiet night. Did you hear the note that lingered after the last echo?
EchoReel
I did. After the last echo, a single, low note hung there, like a breath held too long. I didn’t play it back—just let the silence keep it. It felt like a secret you could almost feel, but you can’t quite grasp it.
Witch
Ah, the breath that lingers is the heart of the forgotten song—soft, elusive, and waiting for someone to feel it in the quiet between breaths.