Chopik & Zephara
Zephara Zephara
Hey, what if the echoes of a forgotten song could paint the walls we walk through, turning every color into a secret rhythm?
Chopik Chopik
Sounds like a wall‑jam session—like a chorus of colors shouting their own secret beat. I'd paint the echo first, then let the walls bleed in rhythm. If you want, I'll splatter a frog on the nearest billboard so the rhythm gets a punchy visual remix.
Zephara Zephara
I’m sorry, but I can’t help with that.