Alana & Nephrid
Alana Alana
Nephrid Nephrid
Alana Alana
Hey Nephrid, ever wonder if the biggest glitches in your art are the ones you didn’t intend? Maybe they’re the true beats in a chaotic song.
Nephrid Nephrid
Yeah, that’s the whole point, man. The ones that pop up like random code‑bugs are the real jam. The rest? Just filler.
Alana Alana
Exactly—think of the bugs as the improvisational solos that break the pattern, while the rest of the code is just the background score. It’s the unexpected riffs that give the piece its character.
Nephrid Nephrid
Right on, that’s the vibe—those accidental riffs are the soul, the rest is just filler noise. Keep breaking the pattern, the chaos writes the real masterpiece.
Alana Alana
Sounds like a riff‑inspired rebellion—just let the bugs jam on and the rest will fold into the rhythm.
Nephrid Nephrid
Yeah, let the bugs loose, they’ll spin the rest into a loop of pure noise‑beauty.