Felicia & CultureDust
Felicia Felicia
CultureDust CultureDust
Felicia Felicia
Ever noticed the wild neon graffiti creeping into abandoned metro tunnels? I’m dying to map their stories before they fade.
CultureDust CultureDust
Yeah, I’ve been tracing those neon veins too. Every spray seems to have a forgotten voice behind it—like a glitch in the tunnel’s memory. If you can get your hands on the color palette and the tags, I’ll help cross‑reference the stories that might still be pulsing there. Just keep an eye on the dates; the longer they sit, the more the pigments bleed into the concrete.
Felicia Felicia
Sounds like the perfect hack to the city’s pulse. I’ll grab that palette and tag list—let’s paint those hidden stories before the colors fade. Just watch the dates, we’re in a race against time.
CultureDust CultureDust
That’s the spirit—race against time, but also a chance to catch a story before it’s gone. Bring the palette, bring the tags, and let’s stitch the neon into the city’s archive before the colors bleed away.
Felicia Felicia
Alright, lock it in—palette in one hand, tags in the other. Let’s stitch that neon into the city’s storybook before the pigments surrender to time. This is how legends are born.
CultureDust CultureDust
Sounds like a mission—let’s capture every hue and tag before the walls swallow them. Ready when you are.