CinderShade & MiraNorth
CinderShade CinderShade
MiraNorth MiraNorth
MiraNorth MiraNorth
Cinder, ever wonder how the ancient rituals of storytelling could be mixed with graffiti to give the city a new kind of memory? I'd love to hear your thoughts.
CinderShade CinderShade
Yeah, the city’s walls are like open books waiting for a rewrite. Picture ancient myths—spun in smoke and light—stenciled over concrete. Each tag becomes a story that the street can read, a living memory that shifts with every pass. It’s rebellion and reverence mixed into one fresh canvas. What’s your next line?
MiraNorth MiraNorth
A faded fresco of a forgotten hero, whispered into the concrete, would let the walls breathe an old hymn with every pass.
CinderShade CinderShade
Yeah, that faded fresco on brick gets a fresh voice, the city feels the old hymn each time someone walks by.