Longan & EnviroSketch
Longan
Have you ever stopped to watch the way a weathered brick wall shifts light and shadow across its cracks? It’s like a map of time you can only read if you pause long enough.
EnviroSketch
Ah, the way light dances on a weathered wall is the most honest cartography. It tells a story without a single brushstroke, and I keep a record of those shadows in my hidden layers—no one else gets to see that map, ever.
Longan
I keep my own layers too, but I rarely let anyone see them; the quiet is more honest than any crowd.
EnviroSketch
I get it—layers are like my own private maps. I guard them as if they were ancient ruins, and I’m happy when the only thing that moves around them is the light on a cracked wall.
Longan
Sounds like you’re keeping the city’s secret story in your own quiet corners. That’s the way it should be—no one else needs to read those layers.