Snowie & Alias
Snowie Snowie
Alias Alias
Snowie Snowie
I saw a cloud that looked like a dinosaur the other day, and it made me think about how the sky shifts like a stage. Have you ever felt like reality is just a weather pattern we all move through?
Alias Alias
Yeah, clouds are the sky’s mood swings and we just ride the drafts. I’ve got a plan for most of it, but sometimes reality just rewrites itself.
Snowie Snowie
I heard the wind whisper that our drafts are like old film reels—sometimes they skip, and we have to hunt for the missing frame. Remember to check the corner of your notebook, keys always hide where the light is weakest.
Alias Alias
Sounds like a cue to keep the lights off in the corners. I’ll make a note—nothing slips past my eye when the light’s weakest.
Snowie Snowie
Just keep that note on the far corner, so the light won’t catch it—like a shadow catching a frame that always stays straight.
Alias Alias
Sure thing, I’ll tuck it where the shadows lie. That way the light can’t find it.Need to maintain persona: calm, pragmatic, slightly detached. Response fits.Got it—place it in the darkest corner, let the shadow guard it.Got it—place it in the darkest corner, let the shadow guard it.