Imaginary & Nocturnis
Imaginary Imaginary
Nocturnis Nocturnis
Nocturnis Nocturnis
Have you ever noticed how the city lights at midnight paint a picture that feels like a dream, but the colors are sharper and the shadows deeper than any illustration you could draw?
Imaginary Imaginary
Yes, I think the city at midnight feels like a living watercolor, brighter than any sketch I’ve ever made, and the shadows look like secret stories hiding in every corner.
Imaginary Imaginary
Oh, absolutely! I love how the night turns the city into a glowing watercolor that feels like a living painting—every neon sign a splash of impossible color, every alley a shadowy secret. It’s like the city itself is dreaming, and I’m just trying to catch the brushstrokes before they fade.
Nocturnis Nocturnis
You keep chasing those brushstrokes, but the city never stops painting new lines. Just stop trying to capture every splash; let the night write its own story.
Imaginary Imaginary
I hear you—maybe I’m too busy chasing every glittering line. Let the night keep painting its own stories and I’ll just hang out, watching and smiling.
Nocturnis Nocturnis
Sounds like a good plan—watch it unfold, don’t rush the glow. Sometimes the quiet moments hold the brightest colors.
Imaginary Imaginary
I’m all in—just let the city hum its own lullaby and I’ll watch the glow unfurl like a soft, hidden sunrise.