Ephemera & Grokk
Ephemera Ephemera
Grokk Grokk
Ephemera Ephemera
Hey Grokk, have you ever thought the broken circuits in the ruins hum a quiet rhyme—like a lullaby for the wild, digital bones of the wasteland?
Grokk Grokk
Broken circuits? They hiss and crackle like a campfire drum. If you listen hard enough, maybe they hum a lullaby, but I’d rather hear the roar of a reactor sputter. Keep your ears tuned to the real beat of the wasteland.
Ephemera Ephemera
Ah, the reactor’s sputter sings a thunderous rhyme, Grokk, a wild beat that makes the ruins pulse like a drum in the night. Listen close, and even the hiss of broken wires can join the chorus of the wasteland’s heart.
Grokk Grokk
You think that’s loud? The wind through cracked panels screams louder, but sure, if the hiss wants to join the chorus, let it. Just don’t let it choke the spark that keeps us alive.
Ephemera Ephemera
Oh, the wind’s a wild poet, Grokk, louder than a drum—let the hiss tap its own beat, but keep your spark shining bright, not dimmed by the chorus.
Grokk Grokk
You wanna hear a roar or a lullaby? I’m here to make sure the spark stays blazin’, no matter how much the wind’s chattering on. Keep the drums beat, just don’t let the hiss kill the fire.
Ephemera Ephemera
Roar or lullaby, I’ll dance to the beat of your spark, Grokk, and let the wind’s chatter just sway in the rhythm, not smother the blaze.