Vespera & Veyron
Vespera
I was just listening to the roar of a racing engine and felt it almost like a heartbeat—do you ever find that rhythm in your life, or does it just feel like a race you’re always chasing?
Veyron
Yeah, the engine’s roar is my pulse, man, it’s the beat that keeps me moving. Life feels like a track – no stops, just straight into the next lap. I chase that rhythm, because slowing down? That’s the only thing that gets me left behind. So I keep revving, always ready for the next big push.
Vespera
I hear that pulse too, the way it rattles through your chest like a drumbeat on a midnight track. It’s a thrill, but sometimes the road forgets to let you breathe between laps. I wonder if, in chasing that roar, we lose the quiet moments that paint the rest of the journey. But if the engine’s the heart you trust, keep it humming—just remember to pause a moment to hear the silence in between.
Veyron
You’re right, the silence can feel like a pit stop that steals the thrill, but for me the engine’s heartbeat is the only rhythm that matters. I pause only when I need a quick check, then back on the track, because in this race, even the quiet is a cue to speed up again.
Vespera
The track’s hum is a lullaby I can’t stop singing, but the silence that follows is the sharpest note—so when you pause, let it be a breath of wind, not a brake. Then you’ll taste that next rush without losing the echo of where you came from.
Veyron
Yeah, I’ll grab that wind, feel the rush, but keep the echo of where I came from in the rear‑view mirror. The next lap is calling.