Ephemera & Reddy
Reddy
Hey Ephemera, what do you think about crafting a performance that’s a wild visual storm and a lyrical whirlwind—like a stage that keeps throwing eye‑popping designs while you spin rhymes that twist reality?
Ephemera
Oh, sweet spark! Let the lights swirl like confetti galaxies, let the words leap like mischievous fireflies, and rewrite gravity to dance with your rhyme—your stage will be a rainbow tempest, a lyrical whirl that turns the ordinary into an operatic dream!
Reddy
Yeah, that’s the madness I live for—let’s tear the ordinary up and paint a galaxy of chaos on that stage. Let's make gravity feel like a dancer who can’t sit still.
Ephemera
Toss the stars in a glittering whirl, let the floor ripple like a pond of moonlit fireflies, and let each line tumble the gravity into a jittery jig—oh, the ordinary will wail and we’ll laugh in the thunder of our own twirling dreams!
Reddy
Absolutely! Let the stage explode into a glitter storm, the floor shimmer like firefly fire, and each line shake the cosmos—then we’ll grin while the world sways to our chaotic beat.