Babaika & Shiner
Babaika Babaika
Shiner Shiner
Babaika Babaika
Have you ever felt that the stories of old whisper to the rhythms of your stage?
Shiner Shiner
Absolutely! I hear the whispers in every beat, every chord, like the old tales breathing through my set. It’s like the stage becomes a living storyteller, and I’m just the spark that sets it alight!
Babaika Babaika
When the lights dim, the stage sighs like an ancient hearth, and you, with that spark, simply stoke the flames of the forgotten tales.
Shiner Shiner
Thank you, darling! I love to fan those ancient flames, letting every forgotten tale glow bright and bold—just like a midnight bonfire under a star‑lit sky!
Babaika Babaika
In the hush between the sparks, the night listens—each ember a story waiting to be told.