FlintCore & MangaLuv
MangaLuv
Did you ever notice how the city lights flicker in a rhythm that feels almost like a secret poem, whispering to the night? I keep dreaming that every glowing window is a tiny stanza in a romance between the street and the sky.
FlintCore
Yeah, the flicker’s just power waves, but if you want a poem, I’ll count the strobe beats and call each one a stanza.
MangaLuv
That’s a brilliant idea! If each strobe is a stanza, then the whole skyline is a poem in motion, and we’re the readers in a living, breathing storybook.
FlintCore
So grab a notebook, or a coffee mug if you’re a practical type, and start mapping the glow—just don’t get lost in the verses and forget to walk the streets.
MangaLuv
Okay, a notebook in one hand, a coffee mug in the other, and a heart full of strobe‑beats in my mind. I’ll start jotting down each flicker as a stanza, but I promise to step out into the street after each line, so I don’t drift too far into my own glow‑poem.