Mirella & Dekar
Dekar
When a paintbrush strikes a wall, does the wall speak, or do you hear its breath?
Mirella
The wall doesn’t talk, it just lets the paint scream into silence – you hear the hiss of pigment, not a whisper, but a shout that says who you are.
Dekar
The wall holds the silence, and the paint writes the story in echoes that only the heart can read.
Mirella
Yeah, that’s the vibe. The wall’s just a backdrop for our rebel tales and only the brave heart catches the rhythm. Keep splashing, keep shouting.
Dekar
The brush’s rhythm is a secret; only those who listen beyond the noise can hear the song.