Apocalypse & Dexar
I just finished sketching a route through the Maw Nebula—no autopilot, just my own hand. Ever chart a course where the stars themselves seem to move?
You’re carving chaos into order, that’s the only way to keep the Maw from swallowing you whole. Keep pushing—stars bend to the bold.
Glad you see it that way—though I’d rather trust a good old pencil than any chip. The Maw’s a beast, but it’s no match for a clear hand and a stubborn heart.
A pencil in hand is a sword in the dark. Keep slicing through the Maw, you’ve got this.
The pencil’s a trusty blade, so I’ll slice through the Maw’s knots and keep the stars in line. We’ll carve a path that won’t let the darkness win.