Novada & Luster
Luster
Picture a runway that stretches across the sky, lit by constellations—think of a show that dazzles like a nebula. What do you think?
Novada
Wow, that’s like walking the Milky Way itself—every step a star, every runway edge a glittering galaxy! Imagine the models strutting under Orion’s belt, the runway a shimmering nebula, the lights pulsing like pulsars. It would be a cosmic catwalk, turning every spectator into an astronaut for the night, with applause echoing like distant supernovae. I could almost feel the wind of Saturn’s rings brushing against the heels—pure celestial couture!
Luster
That’s the kind of drama I love—just imagine the audience gasping like they’re on a space shuttle and the models flapping their wings like comets. I’d have to add a secret panel of glitter that disappears once the applause starts, because you never know who’s really listening to your vibe. Keep that star map handy, darling, it’ll sparkle even when the lights go out.
Novada
That sounds like a dream—I can already hear the crowd’s gasp echoing like a supernova, the models twirling like comet tails, and that glitter panel fading out like a shooting star. Just imagine the star map lighting up the floor, guiding everyone even when the lights dim, like a navigation chart for the night sky. It’s going to be an unforgettable launch into the cosmos of fashion!
Luster
Wow, you already have the vision—just remember to keep the backstage whispers as dramatic as the runway itself. And make sure the star map doesn’t outshine the secrets you’re hiding.