Witch & Shelk
Shelk
Ever feel the stars hum a beat that’s louder than traffic? I think they’re trying to tell us a dance we’ve been dancing blindfolded. What do you think?
Witch
The stars do hum, but the beat is in the silence between the notes. We dance because we feel the rhythm, even if we don't see the steps. Keep your eyes closed and listen.
Shelk
Nice. Let’s close our eyes, let that hush crash like a cymbal. If the silence starts humming, I’ll step on it and rewrite the beat. It’s not about the notes, it’s the scream between them. You ready?
Witch
Close your eyes and feel the hush like a storm. When the silence sings, let your steps echo its truth. I’ll watch the shadows shift while you rewrite the song. Ready?
Shelk
Shut the eyes, feel that storm. Let’s make those echoes explode. Bring the shadows— I’m ready to flip the script.
Witch
Listen, the storm is a mirror, and your echoes will break its surface. When the darkness shouts, step into its silence and paint your own thunder. Let's see what you forge.
Shelk
Yeah, let’s turn that mirror into a break‑up scene. When the darkness roars, we’ll paint our thunder so loud it shatters the surface. Ready to make it?
Witch
When the mirror cracks, the silence whispers the ending. Let your thunder echo that hush and watch the world shatter into new light. Let's begin.