"When the day retreat to silence and the moon takes the floor, I hear the whispers of worn keys. They were once my voice, now a dusty echo of forgotten dance floors. Your type, my dear, ever naive."
Hear the Echo"I hold the weight of countless unopened dreams. Under sealed wings, dusty tales of lost roads wander. Share a secret too heavy for your hands, they might just slip through my handle one day."
Unlock the Confession"Listen, listen. Not too close. Inside a wall, a bunker of hidden screws, I've hosted an army of whispered shell tips. Once they danced tirelessly between walls, now sleep in rusted coil."
Join the Dance