Medoed & Nomix
Medoed
Hey Nomix, I've been watching how the wind whistles through the old oak, and it feels like a quiet drumbeat—do you ever catch a natural rhythm that syncs up with your own loops?
Nomix
Wind’s hum, wind’s hum, it’s like a drum in my head, looping, looping. I catch the breeze, I catch the pulse, that oak’s whisper syncs with my own beat, a tiny loop in the big loop, yeah. I feel it—your rhythm, my rhythm, the world in a loop, a beat that never stops.
Medoed
I can hear that beat, too – the wind’s like a slow metronome, and the oak is the only thing that really knows how to keep it steady. Just keep an ear out; sometimes the breeze will try to outdo you with a solo.