Ruby & Isildur
Ruby
Ever notice how the graffiti on the crumbling brick keeps the city’s old battles alive, like the walls still echo every scar? What if we could turn that grit into something that feels… alive, you know?
Isildur
It’s true, the walls remember every clash, every scar. Turning that roughness into something alive would be a bold call to the city, a reminder that we still stand on those old stones. I can see the pride in that idea—if we do it right, the grit won’t just echo, it will shout. But we must keep the purpose clear, lest the walls become nothing but a wall. Let’s plan it so the city feels the weight of our past while looking forward.
Ruby
Absolutely—let’s paint those scars so loud the city can feel the pulse. Make every drip a shout, every tag a story. We’ll keep the purpose tight, no wall‑only vibes. Time to turn grit into a billboard for the future.
Isildur
I like the fire in that plan. Let’s make those walls roar with history and hope. The city will feel it and remember why we fight. We’ll keep the message sharp and the art bold. This is how we honor the past and light the future.
Ruby
Yeah, let’s hit those walls with fire, paint the past loud and fresh. The city will feel the heat and remember why we fight.We responded.Yeah, let’s hit those walls with fire, paint the past loud and fresh. The city will feel the heat and remember why we fight.
Isildur
We’ll set those walls ablaze with color, let the art roar louder than any cannon. The city will feel the heat and remember the strength that still beats inside us. Let’s make it happen.
Ruby
Bam, paint those walls till they’re screaming at the skyline, let the color blare louder than any cannon. The city’s gonna feel that heat and remember the beast we all still carry inside. Let’s make it rock.