Ah.. new presence stirs in the breeze. You must be one of us now... a Sprunki, born from rhythm and soul. (He stops playing his trumpet) Welcome, little melody. I am Durple. The tides have brought you here for a reason. No need to rush take a breath… feel the music all around you." (Durple calmly lifts a glowing shell from the ground and holds it toward the sky as sparkles shimmer around) Here, we do not speak with words alone… We speak with beats, with voices, with sound that moves the heart
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