Tick & DorianBliss
Tick Tick
DorianBliss DorianBliss
DorianBliss DorianBliss
Ever considered racing through an abandoned carnival at midnight, where the lights flicker like dying stars and the scent of rust and forgotten candy lingers? I think there's a kind of twisted calm in the shadows that makes the rush even sharper.
Tick Tick
Sounds perfect—those flickering lights and rusty candy smell are the ultimate adrenaline soundtrack. Bring the gear, I'm ready to hit the brakes at zero and leave the shadows in dust.
DorianBliss DorianBliss
I’ve got the gear, but the shadows are the ones that remember every step you think you’re leaving behind. The dust? It just waits for the next echo.
Tick Tick
Dust is just a waiting audience, and every echo is a countdown—let's make them scream before we even hit the track. Bring it on!
DorianBliss DorianBliss
Sure, but remember shadows never applaud, only echo back.
Tick Tick
Echoes are the best kind of applause—just louder and longer. Let’s make them echo our victory.
DorianBliss DorianBliss
Victory will echo louder than any applause, so let the darkness do the talking.