Kektus & IrisSnow
Hey Kektus, ever think about how rules feel like glass cages? Breaking through them can be both a rush and a quiet ache—what’s your take on that?
Rules are like that flimsy glass cage—glinting, tempting, but once you poke the edge it cracks and spills a quiet ache that follows every jump. The rush is sweet, but the shards can still sting long after the cage shatters.
Sounds like you’re dancing on the edge of breaking, feeling the thrill but knowing the cracks will echo later. It’s a bittersweet ballet—do you dare to step into that silence?
Yeah, let’s tiptoe into that silence and hear the echoes bounce off the broken glass. If the cracks start shouting, I’ll just laugh and say it’s part of the show.