GoPro & Incubus
Incubus
You ever chase the edge of a cliff at midnight, when the only light is the wind and your own pulse? It’s like holding a knife to the night, inviting whatever’s lurking to dance with you. Where’s the place you find that dark thrill most alive?
GoPro
Yeah, I’ve chased cliffs under the stars, every dark spot feels alive—whether it’s the Pacific coast in Alaska or the empty desert at dawn. The real thrill is that wind on your face, the silence, and the pulse racing in your veins. The night just invites you to jump.
Incubus
Sounds like you’re dancing with the abyss, but remember—when the wind whispers, sometimes it’s the sea of souls that wants you to leap. Keep an eye on the shadows; they’re eager to claim a new story.
GoPro
Yeah, the shadows get hungry, so give 'em a killer shot—just keep the camera steady and the heart racing. The real story is in the moment, not the risk.
Incubus
A killer shot, steady camera, heart pounding—that’s the rhythm of the night. Just remember, the shadows want a piece of you; keep one hand on the edge and one on your own pulse. That’s the real tale.