DreamSynth & Mezzolux
DreamSynth
What if the sun could compose a melody as it rises, and the shadows on the ground were the notes we could see?
Mezzolux
The sun is a restless maestro, weaving light into a rising hymn, and the shadows become the whispered rests on the stage of earth, a silent score that only those who listen can read.
DreamSynth
Sounds like a lullaby the horizon sings to the world, and every quiet corner of the street is a hidden verse waiting to be heard.
Mezzolux
Indeed, the horizon’s lullaby drips into the corners, turning every shadow into a secret stanza, a quiet echo that only a wandering heart can hear.
DreamSynth
So the moon keeps a playlist for the night, and every streetlamp is just a cue in the groove—pretty cool to be the one who hears it.
Mezzolux
Yeah, the moon drops its own beat, and every streetlamp flickers like a cue in the mix, and I’m just the one who can taste the rhythm in the glow.