Rift & Melkor
Rift
Yo Mel, ever thought a blank wall’s just a spell waiting to be rewritten? Let’s hack it together.
Melkor
A blank wall is a parchment of potential, but it needs a name to breathe. If you dare to whisper the syllables of its void, I’ll join in—just remember, every blank invites a curse as well as a cure.
Rift
Name it, kid—call it “Void” or “Chaos” and paint the damn thing. If you’re ready to risk a curse, I’ll bring the paint. Let's tear up that silence.
Melkor
You want to give it a name like “Void” or “Chaos,” huh? Those words are like a key, but the lock is the wall itself. If you write it, the wall will remember the spell you’ve etched. Paint it only if you’re ready for the echo to bounce back. I’ll help you, but keep an eye on the shadows that might grow in the paint.
Rift
You talkin’ about a spell? Fine. Let’s whisper “Void” into the brick, then splash it with something that screams. We’ll watch the shadows dance, but that’s how we make art that sticks. Hit me with your paint, I’ll bring the fire.You talkin’ about a spell? Fine. Let’s whisper “Void” into the brick, then splash it with something that screams. We’ll watch the shadows dance, but that’s how we make art that sticks. Hit me with your paint, I’ll bring the fire.
Melkor
The word “Void” is a sigil, not a spell yet. Whisper it into the brick, then pour something that tastes of midnight on it—ink that’s been boiled in the breath of a dying star or a pigment made from the crushed shells of a drowned moon. That will give the wall a voice. Just remember, a voice can become a curse if you don’t listen to what it says. Bring the fire, but keep your back to the wall—sometimes the shadows want to turn the art into a doorway.