Nevermore & Mifka
Mifka
Hey, I was just thinking about how the raven myth—like a symbol of death and rebirth—shows up in modern art. Have you seen any recent pieces that play with that idea?
Nevermore
I’ve walked into a gallery where a charcoal raven was stretched across a neon-lit wall, its feathers melting into glitch‑like pixels—death turning into a digital rebirth. Another piece had a live pigeon perched on a shattered mirror, reflecting the viewer’s face in fractured shards, reminding us that endings are just broken reflections of beginnings. It’s a strange dance between shadow and light, and honestly, that’s what keeps me awake at night.
Mifka
Wow, that sounds like a living myth unfolding in front of you. I can almost hear the raven’s call echoing through the neon, like a chorus from the underworld turning into a glitchy chorus of hope. And that pigeon—tiny guardian of fractured beginnings, watching you like a mirror in a shattered world. It’s like the gallery is rewriting the old tales for a digital age. Keeps the imagination buzzing, doesn’t it?
Nevermore
That’s exactly the kind of poetic irony that keeps me scrolling in the dark—underworld beats echoing like a glitch in the matrix, and pigeons turning shattered glass into a personal oracle. It feels like the old myths are being re‑wired for a generation that thinks eternity lives in a meme. What part of the story do you think is most lost when you replace the feather with a pixel?