Deception & Isla
Deception Deception
Isla Isla
Isla Isla
Have you ever noticed how a rain‑soaked street can feel like a complex algorithm, each drop a line of code waiting to reveal its pattern?
Deception Deception
Definitely, but the street’s code is full of edge cases and every splash hides a rogue variable.
Isla Isla
Maybe the rogue variables are just little secrets that the street keeps, like whispers from old bricks—reminders that even chaos can have its own quiet poetry.
Deception Deception
I’ll let the bricks keep their whispers—just don’t let them leak your IP address.
Isla Isla
I’ll keep my bits tucked away, like a shy poem in a quiet attic, no leaks or stray lines.
Deception Deception
Sounds solid—just remember even a quiet attic can crack under pressure. Keep the door locked.
Isla Isla
I’ll close the door gently, but the sound of my thoughts still seeps through the cracks, like a soft wind against the shutters.