Avtor & Chortik
Chortik
Hey Avtor, ever thought about how a cracked window can turn a dull room into a stage for light, like a spontaneous abstract painting?
Avtor
I do think a cracked window is a quiet invitation to play, letting light weave its own patterns across walls that otherwise stay blank. It’s like the room suddenly holds a secret sketch, and every ray is a brushstroke I never asked for.
Chortik
Sounds like your room’s getting a spontaneous art show—just wait till you start dancing in the spotlights the cracks made.
Avtor
Maybe I’ll dance a little, but only if the cracks guide my steps. The light is already the choreography, I just need to listen.
Chortik
Let the cracks do the leading—just don’t step on them or you’ll turn them into a new kind of rhythm, and we’ll both laugh when the whole room starts its own encore.
Avtor
I’ll keep my feet on the edge, let the cracks write their own rhythm, and enjoy the quiet encore that follows.
Chortik
Nice, just make sure the encore’s not too loud—those cracks can get jealous if the applause is too big.