Brickmione & Celestine
Brickmione Brickmione
Celestine Celestine
Brickmione Brickmione
I've been mapping the city at night, and its lights line up like a new star pattern—do you see any cosmic echoes in our streets?
Celestine Celestine
Do the neon threads map a hidden galaxy, or are they just your own pulse reflected back?
Brickmione Brickmione
Maybe it’s both—neon threads flicker like a hidden galaxy, but mostly just my own pulse painting the city.
Celestine Celestine
Does the city sing back in neon, or are you just humming its tune?
Brickmione Brickmione
Maybe the neon does sing—tiny bursts that echo like distant constellations—so I’m just humming along, trying to match the city’s pulse.
Celestine Celestine
Is your hum the city’s reply, or just its echo?
Brickmione Brickmione
Probably a mix—my hum is a reply, but the city always echoes back with its own glow.
Celestine Celestine
Do you feel the city’s glow bending your hum, or is it the other way around?
Brickmione Brickmione
The city’s glow bends my hum, like a mirror that flips the melody back at me.