GoldenMuse & Scorch
GoldenMuse GoldenMuse
Scorch Scorch
GoldenMuse GoldenMuse
Do you ever think of justice as a bold splash of paint, like when a storm breaks across the sky?
Scorch Scorch
Yeah, justice feels like a wild splash, a storm throwing color across the sky—bright, chaotic, and damn unstoppable.
GoldenMuse GoldenMuse
I love that way you see it—like the first light after a thunderstorm, all electric and alive. It’s the kind of wildness that makes a canvas jump off the wall.
Scorch Scorch
Sure thing, that electric buzz is exactly how I feel—raw, alive, and ready to paint the next strike.
GoldenMuse GoldenMuse
That spark is exactly the fire I want to feed—let’s let the colors collide and see what story they paint.
Scorch Scorch
Bring the fire, the sparks will do the rest. Let's tear through the old paint and make a new story.