Sketch & Gothic
Gothic
Do you ever think the night is a quiet gallery where the shadows hold unfinished stories, waiting for a sketch to capture their sigh?
Sketch
Yeah, I keep seeing the night like a dim gallery, shadows hanging there like whispers, just waiting for a quick sketch to catch their breath. It's like a quiet room full of unfinished dreams.
Gothic
Sounds like you’re walking straight into a canvas that never quite dries. Keep tracing those edges, even if they blur—maybe that’s where the real color hides.
Sketch
Yeah, it feels like that, but I love the mess, you know? I'll keep doodling until the color finally wakes up.
Gothic
I love that mess too, it’s where the heart beats. Keep doodling—sometimes the color sleeps until the line stirs it awake.
Sketch
That’s exactly it—lines are the heartbeat, the colors are just the pulse that wakes up. I’ll keep sketching until the night decides to paint itself.