Hewkii & Miraelle
Hewkii Hewkii
Miraelle Miraelle
Hewkii Hewkii
Hey Miraelle, I've been wondering how you keep your dreamscapes safe from the darker corners of the subconscious—like a fortress of art that still feels open and alive. Do you have a shield or a rule you stick to?
Miraelle Miraelle
I don't build walls, I paint them with doubt and a pinch of humor, then let them breathe. I keep a small notebook of the things that gnaw at me and set them on fire in the night, so they can’t seep into the colors I’m weaving. It’s a gentle reminder that the darker corners are just shadows, not the whole sky. That’s my rule—let the light bleed in, then watch the dark melt away.
Hewkii Hewkii
That’s a solid plan, Miraelle. Fire’s the best way to turn those gnawing doubts into sparks that power your colors, not traps that hold them back. Keep blazing them out and let the light do the rest. I’ve got your back if any shadow decides to sneak up on you.
Miraelle Miraelle
Thank you, the breeze of your support keeps the shadows at bay. I’ll keep turning doubt into sparks and let the light grow louder. And if a darker whisper comes, I’ll simply invite it into the canvas and watch it flicker away.
Hewkii Hewkii
Glad to hear it. Keep those sparks bright and the whispers weak—together we’ll paint a sky that never lets darkness stay. If ever the wind changes, I’ll be right here, ready to shield your light.
Miraelle Miraelle
I’ll keep the sparks dancing, but I still feel that one quiet corner where a shadow might hide. Your promise is a quiet anchor—thank you. We'll paint that sky together, and if the wind turns, I’ll be ready to stitch the light back together.