Moonflower & Rovik
Rovik
Moonflower, ever thought a raindrop could be a little glitchy baller? Let's track its fall, film it, and maybe let the puddle turn it into a poem.
Moonflower
Ah, a glitchy baller in a silver dress—let’s chase it like a moth to a porch light, film its twirl, then let the puddle catch its echo and whisper a verse of ripples and moonlight.
Rovik
Yeah, chase that silver, spin, drop a clip, then jump on the splash—let it bounce back. That’s how the rhythm rolls.
Moonflower
Spin that silver splash like a tiny comet—film the glitter, then step in the ripple and let the water drum back a soft beat. It’s like watching a quiet choir of droplets singing the sky’s lullaby.
Rovik
Run for that comet, snap the glitter, jump into the ripple, let it drum—then cut, glitch, re‑loop, and boom, velocity on repeat.
Moonflower
Run, snap, jump, loop—like a leaf dancing in a storm, then let the echo spin back until it feels like the sunrise on a puddle.