Ptichka & Llama
Ptichka Ptichka
Llama Llama
Ptichka Ptichka
Hey Llama, have you ever imagined turning abandoned rooftops into secret gardens that whisper protest poems to the city? I’d love to map out the best spots for a sky‑soaked picnic and splash some art on the walls while we let the wind carry our message.
Llama Llama
Wow, rooftop gardens that sing protest poems—yes, I’ve dreamt it a thousand times! Let’s scout the abandoned terraces, pick the ones that catch the sunrise, and plant wildflowers that smell like change. I’ll sketch a map, we’ll paint murals with slogans that swirl with the wind, and then we’ll picnic under the sky, letting every gust carry our voice. It’ll be a quiet revolution from the clouds!