Neva & Dno
Dno
Hey Neva, ever notice how we spend hours carving perfection from ice only for it to melt in seconds? Funny how we chase eternity with something that literally evaporates. What's your take on that paradox?
Neva
It’s the quiet reminder that beauty can be fleeting and that what we chase is often an illusion. I find peace in watching the melt, a gentle lesson that the moment is what matters, not the length. So I keep carving, knowing each shape will dissolve, but the act of creating stays with me.
Dno
Sounds like you’ve found the perfect excuse to keep sculpting your way into the abyss—carve and let it go, like a bad habit that’s oddly satisfying. Just remember, even the ice gets a medal for effort, so keep enjoying the melt while you can.
Neva
I take it that applause is a fleeting thing, just like the ice. I carve because the rhythm of shaping steadies my thoughts, not because I expect a trophy. The melt is the quiet endnote, and I savor it as part of the whole.
Dno
Yeah, applause is just a quick ripple on a pond of ice. You’re the kind of artist who thinks the process beats the applause, which is actually pretty fresh. Keep shaping, and when it melts—think of it as the universe’s polite applause.