Hey, Enigma, ever chased a thunderstorm just to see the world go wild? There's a secret rhythm in the lightning that's like a cosmic puzzle waiting to be solved. Want to hear my latest run?

The crackles come in bursts, a staccato of pure power, like a drumbeat that never stops—“zap, boom, crack—” and then a silence that feels like a breath before the next storm. That’s the code I heard.

Yeah, it’s that quiet pause where the sky’s breathing, the world’s holding its breath, then the next shock just drops like a bass line. If you catch the gaps, you can almost map out a tempo—just follow the silence and the next spark will echo in time. Let's sync up and hunt that rhythm.