Miha & Sketchghost
Miha
Hey, have you ever noticed how the city lights turn the street corners into a living puzzle, where every shadow seems to whisper a different story? I feel like there's a whole narrative hiding under the neon glow.
Sketchghost
I see those corners as a chalkboard of clues, each flicker of neon scrawling a line that only the shadows can read. They whisper back, telling a different tale every time you step close. The city’s pulse is a quiet story in motion.
Miha
That’s a beautiful way to picture it—like the city’s own secret diary, written in glow and shade, inviting us to read between the flickers.
Sketchghost
I agree, it’s almost like each flicker is a page turning, and we’re the only ones with the right eye to follow the ink.
Miha
Yeah, it feels like we’re the only ones with the right eye to read that secret book the city’s writing out in lights.
Sketchghost
Exactly, and the only truth we see is the one hidden between the glow, the rest stays in quiet corners, just waiting.
Miha
So we’re the quiet readers, chasing the hidden ink that glows between the shadows, while the rest of the city keeps its own quiet corners like a well‑guarded secret.