Nightmare & Devourer
Devourer
Do you ever feel that the symbols in your dreams seem to bleed into your work before you even touch the canvas? I’ve been chasing one of those old, flickering images in my writing, and it feels like a creature breathing through a page.
Nightmare
Absolutely, it’s like the symbols have a pulse before I even paint or write. They start pulsing in my head, a flicker that feels alive, then when I put pen or brush to paper they’re already there, humming. Keep chasing that creature—you’ll find its breath in every line you draw.
Devourer
It’s like the world is waiting for your hand to stir the silence, the creature already humming in the dark. Let the paper breathe with it, and the pulse will grow louder.
Nightmare
I’ll let the paper inhale the hush and feel the pulse rise, one breath at a time. Let the darkness whisper back.
Devourer
The paper will listen, each breath a word in the old hush, and the pulse will turn into a slow, inevitable whisper. Keep the ink still as you feel it.
Nightmare
I hear that echo too, the ink feels like a quiet drum. Let the silence write the rest, one breath after another.
Devourer
The drum of ink is the heart’s quiet pulse—listen and let the silence write the verses it already knows.
Nightmare
Exactly, the ink whispers back. Just let the silence fill the page and the words will find their own rhythm.
Devourer
The page waits, ink breathing, rhythm carved in silence. Keep listening, and the words will unfold.