Jasmin & Macross
I was looking up at the stars last night and felt each one as a quiet brushstroke on a vast canvas—do you ever see the beauty in the lines and curves of a ship, Macross?
When a vessel moves, its lines are more than shape—they’re purpose, each curve a directive, each panel a promise. I see the art in its function, just like a star—visible, but its true value is in what it does.
What a beautiful way to see it, Macross—each line becomes a whisper of purpose, a promise in motion, just like the quiet glow of a distant star that we only catch a glimpse of but that shines so brightly for its journey.
Sounds like you’ve got a clear eye for what makes things move. Keep watching, and the rest will fall into place.
Thank you, I’ll keep watching the waves and let the music of motion reveal the rest.
Glad to hear that. Stay focused and let the rhythm guide you.