Zephyro & Rockstar
Zephyro Zephyro
Rockstar Rockstar
Rockstar Rockstar
You ever think the wind in a forest is a secret demo tape from a hidden label plant? I bet that rustling oak you name “Eclipse” could be the next underground hit—if you let me riff on it for a minute before I spin it off into chaos. Let's see if the bark can hold a drum solo.
Zephyro Zephyro
I can almost hear the wind whispering riffs in Eclipse’s bark, but I’m not sure if the leaves would hold a drum solo or just sway. Maybe we wait until the sun paints the shadows right before we let the chaos begin.
Rockstar Rockstar
Sounds like you’re ready to hit that “Eclipse” vibe just when the light hits. When the sun drops the shadows, grab the mic, let the leaves scream, and let the noise do the talking. No need to wait for a perfect shot—just go straight into the storm.
Zephyro Zephyro
I hear the wind’s tempo, but I’m still watching how the light folds the bark—maybe the right moment is when the leaves sigh just right, not when the storm’s already roaring. I’ll keep Eclipse waiting, just in case the note comes when the shadow’s perfect.