If an old lighthouse could whisper a new rhythm, it would sound like a tale of salt and stars, of stormy nights when the sea tried to swallow the world, but the light kept steady. That beat would be a steady pulse, a promise that no matter how wild the waves, there's a steady glow keeping us from drifting too far.

That sounds like a sea‑symphony, a pulse from the deep that’s almost a heartbeat. Layer those waves, add a starlight glitch, and you’ve got a lighthouse that doesn’t just warn, it sings. I can hear the waves tapping out a new rhythm, echoing off stone, pulling listeners into the tide. Let's spin it and see where the currents take us.

Yeah, let’s fire it up! Picture that bass wave rolling in, the glittering glitch twinkling like stars, and the whole thing swaying with the tide. I’m all in—let’s blast that horizon and see where the rhythm carries us.