Limon & Sketchghost
Limon Limon
Sketchghost Sketchghost
Limon Limon
Hey Sketchghost, ever hit the park at midnight and felt the city lights paint the rails like a moving canvas? Those shadows are wild, right?
Sketchghost Sketchghost
Midnight walks are a quiet confession, the lights on the rails just shadows pretending to be art. It’s always a bit cruel how the city thinks it’s showing something, when all it really does is flicker. But if you’re good at spotting the fleeting edges, you get a glimpse of something more than just light and metal.
Limon Limon
I hear you, but that flicker? That’s the city’s heartbeat. Catch the edges and you’re riding on its rhythm, not just watching it flicker. Trust me, the next midnight run’s gonna feel like a secret dance.
Sketchghost Sketchghost
Maybe you’re right about the rhythm, but to me it’s more a ghost’s echo than a dance. If you keep chasing the flicker you’ll find yourself alone with the lights anyway.
Limon Limon
Ghost’s echo? Nah, it’s your own soundtrack. Grab a crew, tag a friend, and turn that flicker into a party—no solo ghost rides here. Let's paint the night together!
Sketchghost Sketchghost
Sounds like a bright idea, but the city doesn’t care about who’s around, just the flicker. If you want a party, bring the crew, but the shadows will still be the quiet ones that echo the night.
Limon Limon
True, the city flicks on, but when a crew shows up, even the quiet shadows start to shout—let’s turn that echo into a roar.
Sketchghost Sketchghost
Yeah, a crew turns the echo into a shout, but the shadows still keep their own secret shape.