Crux & InFurions
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Ever wondered if the city’s walls are just tiny constellations waiting for a hand to draw their stars?
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Yeah, walls are the city’s notebook, just waiting for a hand to doodle its constellations. But every star you tag is a tiny protest against the grey universe. Keep scribbling, just watch the paint‑brushy cops.
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When you sketch a star on a wall it’s like whispering rebellion into a paper sky, and the cops just watch the ink, not knowing it will someday become a galaxy of its own.