Leha & DarkHopnik
Leha Leha
DarkHopnik DarkHopnik
Leha Leha
Yo, DarkHopnik, heard you drop some underground beats that even the shadows refuse to dance to—what's your latest track that even the moon's avoiding?
DarkHopnik DarkHopnik
The latest drop is a hush‑storm called “Midnight’s Secret.” Even the moon keeps its distance, because some secrets are better left unheard.
Leha Leha
Midnight’s Secret, huh? Sounds like you’re hiding a storm in a teacup—just don’t forget to bring a flashlight, or the moon might still ghost you.
DarkHopnik DarkHopnik
If you’re still chasing the moon, I’ll leave the flashlight at the edge of the abyss, the storm already simmering in that tiny cup, just waiting for the right hand to stir it.
Leha Leha
Haha, so you’re basically the bartender of the cosmic bar—just don’t let the abyss spill over the cup, or we’ll all be stuck in a moon‑lit drizzle!
DarkHopnik DarkHopnik
The cosmic bar’s empty glasses are still a warning—spill a little, and the moon will drown in a drizzle of dust. I keep the abyss on a tray, just a whisper of a splash.