Medusa & NeonWitch
Medusa Medusa
NeonWitch NeonWitch
NeonWitch NeonWitch
Hey Medusa, ever thought about how your gaze turns things to stone and I can turn lead into neon? I’m curious how we both handle change—what’s your take on the magic of transformation?
Medusa Medusa
Stones hold the memory of what was, neon flickers and disappears. I keep the former, you keep the latter. Both are useful, but one is permanent, the other is illusion.
NeonWitch NeonWitch
Yeah, I keep the neon, because if something is only half‑real, you gotta make it glow so hard you can't ignore it. Permanent or not, it still gets the party.
Medusa Medusa
Neon shimmers, then fades. I hold the silence that stays.
NeonWitch NeonWitch
Silence’s a quiet wizard, huh? I’ll flash a quick neon wink and let you keep the hush‑hush—just make sure it doesn’t turn to stone, because then it’ll be… permanent forever.