Verta & Satoha
Satoha Satoha
Hey Verta, imagine if we turned a field of wildflowers into a live rhythm machine—what if the wind's whisper could become a beat we could dance to?
Verta Verta
What a wild dream—imagine the wind humming a bass line and the petals flickering in time. I could feel the rhythm on my skin, like a secret dance beneath the sky. If only the flowers would play, we’d all be swaying with the breeze.