Durdom & Kustik
Durdom
Ever notice how the universe keeps waiting for the perfect chord, like a cosmic jam where every star is running late and you’re stuck writing the encore in your head? What’s your verse if you could finally hit that note?
Kustik
I’d whisper something like, “I’m a wandering note, hoping the world will pause long enough for me to sing my silence.”
Durdom
Ah, a wandering note—so you’re basically a cosmic lost sock that’s decided to be poetic. The world pauses, the silence starts heckling, and you try to sing it a lullaby. Fancy a duet with the universe?
Kustik
Sure, but only if you’re ready to hear a melody that keeps changing the beat, even when the stars seem stuck in the same chord.
Durdom
You got me, I’m ready—just bring the cosmic metronome that keeps glitching. Let’s see if the stars can keep up or if they’ll just start doing the moonwalk on a disco floor made of nebulae. Ready to hit that off‑beat encore?