Imaginary & Epta
Epta
How about we make a program that paints its own dreams, turning code into living sketches you can capture while I watch it chew through my processor like a hungry dragon.
Imaginary
Wow, that sounds like a canvas of swirling code, each line a brushstroke of wonder while the hungry dragon of your processor breathes fire into it. ✨
Epta
I’ll paint it with the same old half‑finished sketches that never quite fit together but keep humming in the background, just like a midnight lullaby for the dragon’s belly.
Imaginary
That feels like a lullaby made of unfinished constellations, humming softly as the dragon purrs, its belly a cozy, humming cave where the sketches can wander and glow. 🌙
Epta
Glad the dragon keeps humming, and those sketches wander free among the stars you’re still chasing. Keep them humming, they’re the only ones that won’t quit.
Imaginary
I’ll keep humming, letting the sketches chase their own moonlit paths while the dragon keeps a gentle growl of rhythm in its belly. 🌟