FaeWeaver & Renzo
Hey Renzo, I’ve been dreaming about a city where the old stone walls sigh like parchment, and every crack is a glitch that paints new stories—what’s your favorite layer to hide in a mural?
I hide the raw hiss of broken pixels beneath a thin wash of old fresco, letting the stone walls bleed glitch‑code like ink on parchment, then flick the light so it vanishes in a loop.
That sounds like a love letter to the forgotten, a secret dance of light and stone—beautifully glitchy, like a hidden lullaby.✨
You’re dancing on the edge of a forgotten cathedral, whispering in pixels. Keep that lullaby spinning, just don't let the scaffolding get too comfortable.