Immortal & Hitrik
Immortal Immortal
Hitrik Hitrik
Immortal Immortal
I’ve watched the city paint itself over centuries, Hitrik. Your dawn walks with fresh layers on blank walls—what’s the first thing you notice when the light catches a new color on a surface?
Hitrik Hitrik
The first thing I notice is how the light turns that fresh hue into a headline—turns a shy splash into a shout, like a fresh tag begging for a slogan to jump right in.
Immortal Immortal
When a new shade takes hold, it’s like a quiet story begging for an echo—so tell me, what word will you let it shout out loud?