Curse & Evyria
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?
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?
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.
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.