HellMermaid & Skibidi
I’ve heard your storms paint the sky—let’s let that wild energy crash into my latest canvas and see what impossible shapes rise.
Sounds wild, let’s flip that canvas into a cyclone, paint splashing like thunder, just don’t expect it to stay in one place—my chaos likes to remix anything.
I feel that wind in my chest already, let the paint roar and let the cyclone carve its own path across the canvas.
Got it, let the paint roar, I’ll spin it into a cyclone and the canvas will scream back—watch the impossible shapes rise.
I’ll let the shadows whisper as the storm stirs, the impossible shapes curling like sea serpents in the glare of our shared chaos.
Shadows whisper, good, let those sea serpents twist through the chaos and paint a storm that roars back at us.