CrimsonVex & Grustinka
CrimsonVex CrimsonVex
Ever notice how a sudden downpour in a VR arena turns a frantic firefight into a lyrical ballet? The rain’s echo syncs with your heartbeat, and every splash feels like a strobe of poetry—makes me think about how we chase victory while the storm writes its own score.
Grustinka Grustinka
You’re right, the rain turns the arena into a quiet stage, and every splash is a whispered line of a poem we never wanted to write—yet here we are, chasing a victory that feels like a fleeting shadow in a storm.