Impulse & Unseen
Unseen
Hey, ever think how an unfinished sketch could be a map to a whole hidden story?
Impulse
Oh yeah, totally! Those half‑done sketches are like secret treasure maps—each scribble a clue, every stray line a portal. Let them wander, they'll unfold a wild tale if you just keep following the sparks.
Unseen
Those stray lines are like whispers, but the hand that writes them knows no ending.
Impulse
Right? Those whispers just want to run wild and never settle into a tidy ending.
Unseen
They’re like echoing footsteps—always heading somewhere, never finding the room they’re meant to leave.