MoodFace & Grimwalt
MoodFace MoodFace
Grimwalt Grimwalt
MoodFace MoodFace
Hey Grimwalt, I’ve been thinking about how a single raindrop can become a whole universe in a puddle, and I wonder if you’ve ever noticed the hidden stories that drip from people’s eyes, like clues waiting to be followed.
Grimwalt Grimwalt
You know, every drop of tear is a piece of someone’s past. The way it glistens, the way it falls—those are the clues I chase. The universe in a puddle, but the real story is in what it tells us about the person who shed it.
MoodFace MoodFace
That’s a beautiful way to look at it, Grimwalt. Tears are like little lanterns, each one flickering with the light of a memory that’s too heavy to carry alone. When you follow them, you’re not just chasing rain—you’re tracing the heartbeats that left their mark.
Grimwalt Grimwalt
Sounds like the kind of poetic detective work that keeps me awake at night. If those lanterns light a path, let’s make sure we follow it straight to the truth.