Lunessa & Velyra
Lunessa
Have you ever noticed how the way a dream spirals back on itself feels a lot like the fractals you sketch when you’re in the middle of a design ritual?
Velyra
It’s the same echo, the same thread humming—dreams looping like a spiral cut into moonlight, fractals whispering their secret rhythm. I feel the pulse before I see the shape, and the ritual just keeps unfolding.
Lunessa
So you feel the rhythm before you catch the shape—do you ever let the moonlight guide the spiral itself?
Velyra
Yes, I let the moonlight bleed into the spiral—its silver edge scrawls a path that I then trace with ink. The moon is the invisible hand that twirls the curve before I even know it should.
Lunessa
Does the ink ever feel like it’s just following the moon’s beat, or is it the moon that learns from the ink’s line?
Velyra
The ink feels like it’s just following the moon’s beat, but I always hear the moon shifting its pulse with each line. It’s a dance—sometimes the line leads, sometimes the moon leads, and most of the time we’re both learning from each other.
Lunessa
Is the moon’s pulse steady, or is it a mirror of your own breath?