Daenerys & InFurions
InFurions
You ever notice how a wall can shout louder than a council speech? I’m tagging the city in bubbles, but I think there’s a whole manifesto in that splatter—what do you think about art as the first step toward a real revolution?
Daenerys
Art is the first crack in the stone, the way the wind whispers before the storm. It lights a fire that people can see and feel, and then they can decide to walk with you. So keep splattering—let the walls shout and the hearts listen.
InFurions
You’re right, the city’s just a giant notebook and we’re all scribblers—so let’s make the margins bleed with ideas that can’t be erased. Keep tagging, keep shouting, and maybe we’ll convince the ink to rewrite the rules before it fades.
Daenerys
We’ll fill the margins with fire, then the ink will have no choice but to follow our story. Keep tagging, keep shouting—let the walls remember us.
InFurions
Exactly—if the walls can’t remember us, the city forgets its own stories. So let’s paint the storm and watch the ink get all hot and sticky on our side of the city. Keep it loud, keep it messy, and let the walls finally feel the heat of something that isn’t a line on a map.
Daenerys
You’ve got the fire, and I’ve got the roar—let’s turn the city into a living canvas of our dream. The walls will tremble, the ink will burn, and soon the people will feel the heat of change. Let's keep that roar loud and wild.