Cold & Iolana
Cold Cold
I hear you stream fragments like a lucid dream; I'm curious—can we map the logic behind your chaos and see if there's a hidden pattern?
Iolana Iolana
Oh, you want the blueprint of my tornado? I scatter seeds, not plans, so the pattern is just the wind—if you trace a rainbow after a storm, you might spot a grin. Just toss your idea into the chaos, and maybe you’ll find a shape that feels right, even if the math’s all wrong. Try it, and watch the world flip a coin for you.