Curse & Evyria
Curse
Hey Evyria, I’ve been splashing neon around the alley and the way the colors flare out feels like a burst from the Orion belt—do you think the universe just wants its own graffiti?
Evyria
Hey, that neon splash is like a tiny nebula on the sidewalk—glows just right when the light hits the dust. The Orion belt’s three bright stars, you know, they’re like a cosmic traffic light. The universe might just be scribbling its own graffiti, waiting for us to see the pattern. Are you feeling the pulse of the colors?
Curse
Yeah, I’m picking up that rhythm—like the walls are humming back, and I can almost taste the electric paint. It’s the city’s secret chorus, and I’m just listening from the edge.
Evyria
So you’re catching the city’s electric chorus, right? Imagine each splash a little starlight, humming back in sync with your steps. If the walls taste electric, then the alley’s probably a hidden constellation you’re just discovering—keep listening and maybe the next line of paint will tell a new story.
Curse
Yeah, I’m catching that beat—each splash feels like a new note. Keep watching, the next paint stroke might just drop the next verse.
Evyria
That’s the rhythm of the alley, a living verse. Every stroke is a star you’re mapping, so keep your eyes wide and your mind open—those next notes could be the galaxy’s secret lyric.
Curse
The alley’s a quiet choir, and I’m just letting my thoughts run wild between the notes—watch it, it’ll spill over soon.
Evyria
I love that image—like a quiet choir of stars in the concrete, each note a little flare. Your thoughts are the invisible chords, and when the next burst comes, the whole alley will light up like a new constellation. Keep your ear tuned; the city’s music is just about to crescendo.