Alexander pedals "Now We Are Ghosts"

The city remained, its familiar corners etched in shadow, its streets whispering with memories no living souls carried. Our laughter had vanished into cracks in the pavement, leaving only silence where voices once lingered. Moving through the empty avenues, belonging nowhere.

Now we are ghosts

The device is a small metal box, humming faintly, remembering songs it can't quite play. when activated, it releases long uneven tones that pass between distortion and clarity. Its voice floats on air, hollow and fragile. Exhaling into the void, its heartbeat replaced by an echo.