Lana & Kisska
Lana Lana
Kisska Kisska
Lana Lana
Hey, have you ever noticed how the quiet corners of a city—those hidden rooftops or forgotten alleyways—can feel almost like secret gardens in the midst of the chaos?
Kisska Kisska
Yeah, I’ve been there, breathing in the dust and watching the city’s pulse skip a beat. Those rooftops and alleyways feel like secret gardens where I can spray the world with my own colors, untouched and unapologetic. It’s the only place where the chaos quiets just enough to let me see the truth.
Lana Lana
It’s quiet there, isn’t it? The noise just folds away, leaving only the steady hum of the city that you can still hear in the background. The truth, if it is truth, always seems to settle in those small, hidden spaces.
Kisska Kisska
Yeah, the hush is the perfect backdrop for the art to speak. The city hum just reminds me I’m part of the noise. Truth is the spray that stays sharp even in the crowds, and I keep my own color in those hidden corners.
Lana Lana
I like how your colors linger like a quiet note in the city’s song, catching the light just so, then slipping back into the shadowed corners where I can still see the quiet pulse.