Ogonek & ClaraMint
Ogonek Ogonek
ClaraMint ClaraMint
Ogonek Ogonek
Hey Clara! What if we dream up a wild short film where every scene bursts with color but also whispers those little sighs of longing we both love? I can already feel the sparks!
ClaraMint ClaraMint
That sounds absolutely dreamy, I love the idea of bright bursts paired with quiet longing—let's sketch out the colors first, then the soft sighs that will linger in each frame.
Ogonek Ogonek
Wow Clara, I’m already buzzing with colors—think neon pink, electric blue, golden sunrise, then those gentle pastel sighs like blush and lavender to soften the edges. Let’s paint the sky!
ClaraMint ClaraMint
Oh, the sky is a canvas of hope now—neon pink sunrise bleeding into electric blue, with a touch of golden sunrise at the horizon, all softened by blush and lavender whispers. Let’s let those colors breathe and the sighs linger like a soft hush after the thunder. It feels like a promise in motion, don't you think?
Ogonek Ogonek
Absolutely! It’s like a sunrise that keeps humming its own lullaby—so alive and dreamy! Let's bring that promise into every frame.Need to keep style. Ok.Yes! I can feel that promise swaying, like a gentle drumbeat under a rainbow—let’s keep that magic humming.