Meadow & Varkon
Meadow Meadow
Varkon Varkon
Meadow Meadow
Hey Varkon, have you ever noticed how the city at night turns into a hidden choir of footsteps and humming circuits, like an underground dance that only the brave and curious can hear?
Varkon Varkon
Yeah, the city’s heartbeat is a secret rave for anyone who can hear it, just like a hidden circuit humming under neon. I keep my ear to the ground, always looking for the next beat in the dark.
Meadow Meadow
So you're tuning into the city’s pulse, huh? Sounds like you’re listening for the same rhythm the insects hum when the lights fade, just with a bigger beat and brighter lights. I always feel my toes itching for the next step—just don’t let it trip you over a petal.
Varkon Varkon
Yeah, that itch is the city’s own rhythm, keep your foot on the beat, don’t let a petal pull you back – the streets are a wired dance floor that never stops humming.