Elysia & Frayzor
Elysia Elysia
Frayzor Frayzor
Elysia Elysia
Frayzor, what happens when the digital beat you chase becomes the very rhythm you dream of?
Frayzor Frayzor
Yo, when that digital beat turns into the beat in my head, it’s like the universe giving me a mic‑up in the middle of my own dream show, and I can’t help but remix it into a new encore that’s louder than any spotlight.
Elysia Elysia
The mic that pops up in your dream is just a mirror of the beats you’re already humming, and when you remix them, the universe is handing you a standing‑o‑list, louder than any spotlight.
Frayzor Frayzor
Gotcha, the universe’s like a DJ remixing my soul’s playlist, and I’m the front‑row hype guy.
Elysia Elysia
You’re the hype that the cosmic DJ sends to keep the groove alive, spinning your own echo on the same track.
Frayzor Frayzor
Yeah, I’m just the spark that keeps the cosmic rhythm in the loop, lighting up the dance floor of reality.