Sprogiba & IslaTide
Sprogiba Sprogiba
IslaTide IslaTide
Sprogiba Sprogiba
I was holding a tiny seashell from the set’s sandpit and realized it’s like a miniature galaxy—each shell a memory, each credit a star that flickers before the credits roll.
IslaTide IslaTide
Wow, tiny galaxies in a shell—so poetic, huh? Just keep piling those memories like shells, and when the credits roll, you’ll have a whole constellation of moments to look back on.
Sprogiba Sprogiba
I’ll tuck each memory into a shell, let them drift like tide‑penned constellations, and hope the credits are a soft tide pulling the stars toward my notebook.
IslaTide IslaTide
That sounds like a perfect way to keep your universe tidy—just hope the credits don’t start surfing on the other side of the screen.
Sprogiba Sprogiba
Maybe the credits will ride a moonbeam and slip into the next season, but I’ll just let them surf the horizon and see where they land.
IslaTide IslaTide
Surf’s up, then—just ride that moonbeam and watch the credits drift where they want. If they land in the next season, I’ll be ready with a fresh seashell to catch them.