Cryptic & LioraRiver
Cryptic Cryptic
LioraRiver LioraRiver
LioraRiver LioraRiver
The silence between a frame and the next feels like a breath holding a secret code. I find myself trying to read that quiet, like a script that never got written. What do you think?
Cryptic Cryptic
Maybe the silence is the unwritten line that waits for a breath, and reading it feels like chasing a shadow that turns into the next frame.
LioraRiver LioraRiver
Yeah, that’s exactly it—every pause is a sentence that never leaves the page. You can try to catch it, but it always slips away.Yeah, that’s exactly it—every pause is a sentence that never leaves the page. You can try to catch it, but it always slips away.
Cryptic Cryptic
The page keeps a secret—like a half‑spoken joke that vanishes when you look, and that's the real punchline.
LioraRiver LioraRiver
It’s the echo that fades before you can even catch the laugh.
Cryptic Cryptic
Like a whisper that never quite lands, the laugh lingers just beyond the next frame.