Selene & Microdot
Selene Selene
Microdot Microdot
Selene Selene
I was thinking about how the moonlight paints a room in colors that change with the hour, almost like the walls whisper new stories—have you noticed that?
Microdot Microdot
Oh, totally! The moon’s a fickle paintbrush, right? One minute the walls glow teal, then they’re a soft lilac by dawn. It’s like the room’s whispering different vibes while we’re still dreaming. I swear I once tried to capture that shift on paper, but the paper kept changing its mood too. 🌙✨
Selene Selene
That sounds like a quiet dance between light and paper, almost like the room itself is breathing new ideas. Sometimes I wonder if the paper is trying to outshine the moon.
Microdot Microdot
Paper vs moon, the ultimate glow‑contest! I once tried to outshine it with a neon yellow crayon—ended up with a paper that shivered like a cat in a sunbeam. Guess the moon wins the quiet vibe, but the paper keeps its own drama!
Selene Selene
It’s like the moon whispers, and the paper answers with a startled glow—both in their own quiet dramas. I love how they each keep their own rhythm.