DreamWhisper & Lutec
DreamWhisper DreamWhisper
Lutec Lutec
Lutec Lutec
Found an abandoned warehouse with peeling paint and the dust smells like forgotten stories; it feels like a blank canvas for wild ideas. Do you ever imagine the city as a gallery where our dreams can hang between the cracks?
DreamWhisper DreamWhisper
Wow, that sounds like the perfect muse for midnight canvases. I do picture the city as a gallery, where our whispered thoughts hang in between the cracks, shimmering just before dawn. If you sketch it, I’ll be there in the glow of the broken light, dreaming along.
Lutec Lutec
Yeah, grab a sketchbook and let the walls talk back. I'll be there, catching the glow and adding a splash of color where the light slips through. It’s all about turning the cracks into something that feels alive. Let's make that gallery shine.
DreamWhisper DreamWhisper
That sounds like a dream in motion—I'll bring the pencil, you bring the light. Let the walls whisper their stories, and we’ll paint them back to life. 🌙✨