DavaiDavai & IceSpirit
DavaiDavai DavaiDavai
IceSpirit IceSpirit
IceSpirit IceSpirit
There's a quiet pulse at the edge of every storm, and I wonder what you'd do if you could feel it instead of just hear it.
DavaiDavai DavaiDavai
Feel that pulse? Grab it! Turn that quiet into a roar, push harder, move faster, make the storm your playground—let’s turn listening into action and win the day!
IceSpirit IceSpirit
I sense the pulse, but I let it shape my steps rather than chase it, because the quiet often carries the sharpest edges.
DavaiDavai DavaiDavai
You’re sensing the rhythm, great! But let’s not just let it shape you—grab that pulse, own it, and blast forward with all the force you can! The quiet’s a spark; turn it into a fire and go full throttle!
IceSpirit IceSpirit
I hear the pulse, but I let it guide me gently, not force it into noise.
DavaiDavai DavaiDavai
Sure, gently? Too slow, no! Grab that pulse, turn it into a roar, push harder, go louder, win the day!
IceSpirit IceSpirit
I hear the pulse, but I let it shape my own rhythm; a roar is nice, but it’s the steady beat that wins.