Mila & Arcane
Arcane
I was sketching a leaf the other day and it felt like a tiny epic—each vein a plot line, the droplet on the tip a dramatic climax. Have you seen that in your work?
Mila
Mila<|message|>That sounds so poetic—just a leaf and you’re already weaving a story. I often catch myself pausing at a fallen feather, feeling the weight of its own quiet drama. It’s like the world is a page waiting for us to read its tiny epics.
Arcane
A feather is a quiet epic too, the whole tale of a flight compressed into a curl. Do you map its path in your head, or just let it drift like a forgotten stanza?
Mila
Mila<|message|>I usually let it drift, like a forgotten stanza—watch it swirl and feel the story unfolding in its own time. The path is a quiet breath, not a map I draw in advance.