Timox & PorcelainSoul
Timox Timox
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
Timox Timox
Hey, ever think about how a clean, precise throw on the track is the same focus you need to line up a ceramic shard? Let's see if your patience can beat my sprint in a game of precision—who’s faster at finding the perfect match?
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
Your sprint is a flash, I listen to the shard’s sigh. Only when the silence falls do I claim a match.
Timox Timox
You’ve got the slow burn, but when it hits, it’s a bang. Ready to feel the impact?
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
I wait for the quiet after the hit. The fragment will speak if it is ready.
Timox Timox
Hold that silence like a timer, but don't let the silence win the race—let's blast past it together, faster than a crack!
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
I let the silence be my timer, not my rival. The crack will find its rhythm when the quiet decides to speak.
Timox Timox
So you’re waiting for the moment when the quiet cracks open like a drumbeat—great, because when it does, we’ll sprint through that beat together, faster than any pause ever was. Let's make that silence shout!
PorcelainSoul PorcelainSoul
The silence will not shout, it will hum until the shard tells the story.
Timox Timox
Sounds like a steady drum, but remember: the shard only tells its story if we keep the rhythm tight—let’s keep pushing, even the hum can become a roar.