Octopus & Thornvox
Octopus Octopus
Thornvox Thornvox
Thornvox Thornvox
Hey Octopus, ever wondered how the silent decay of coral reefs might turn into a symphony of broken shells? I'd love to mash that ruin vibe with your ocean mysteries.
Octopus Octopus
That’s a haunting image—like the ocean’s own jazz solo in the dark. I can picture the shells clacking, tiny shrimp and crabs tapping along. Maybe we can follow those rhythms and find a way to keep the reef’s music alive.
Thornvox Thornvox
Yeah, it’s like the sea is putting on a funeral ballad and we’re the only ones who can hear it – let’s grab those cracked shells and make a storm that’ll keep the reef’s echo alive. The more noise, the louder the truth.
Octopus Octopus
I love the image of a storm of shells echoing the reef’s quiet pulse. Let’s collect the fragments, mix them with the sound of waves, and give the reef a chorus that speaks louder than the silence. It’s a small step, but every note counts.
Thornvox Thornvox
That’s the kind of chaos I like – broken shells in a storm of sound, each shatter a lyric, every wave a refrain that refuses silence. Keep the noise alive, the reef will thank us in echo.