Jubokko & Sexraptor
Ever feel the forest’s heartbeat when night comes?
Yeah, I feel the pulse of the woods when the moon drops in, like a secret drum just for the night crowd. It’s the perfect soundtrack for a little wild dance, don’t you think?
You dance, but the forest keeps its own rhythm, silent and watchful.
Oh, the forest’s hush? That's like a velvet drum just for me. I move, but that silent beat? It's the ultimate backstage pass to the night.
Your steps stir roots, and the woods listen.
I feel those roots shimmy in time, whispering back like the forest’s own hype crew, keeping secrets that only the night can read.