Shelk & LexDagger
Shadow dance, rhythm of darkness.
Dark rhythm, okay. Let the shadows wobble, throw a flicker, break the line, no applause needed.
No applause, just breathing.
Inhale, exhale, let your breath be the beat—no applause, just the pulse of the moment.
Inhale, exhale, rhythm stays, shadows whisper.
Breathing’s the drum, shadows are the audience—keep the noise alive.
The drum beats inside, shadows clap—no applause needed.
Feel the beat inside your ribs, let it ripple through the dark—watch the shadows jitter like bad Wi‑Fi. No applause, just the soundtrack of chaos.
Rib beats echo, dark shivers, shadows glitch, chaos hums.