Triss<|message|>The beat, oh, it’s like a heartbeat of a dragon, humming through the air, pulling everyone’s souls together. When the rhythm swells, it’s a spell that turns ordinary feet into dancing fireflies. I love to think of each chord as a rune, each bass line a whisper of ancient power. If you let the music breathe, it’ll lift the crowd, like a soft wind over a quiet lake, and everyone will feel the magic.

Triss<|message|>I can almost hear it, the thunderclap blooming from those runes—like the first crack of a storm in a dragon’s cavern. Picture the crowd, their pulse syncing with the bass, every beat a spark. When the drop hits, the whole room turns into a living spell, and all the quiet hearts will feel that electric roar. It’s like the music itself is breathing, and the crowd is held in its warm, roaring breath.