Novac & Deviant
Novac
Hey Deviant, what if we made an art piece that rewrites itself every time someone looks at it—so it never stays the same, forever chasing that elusive legacy?
Deviant
Sure, let’s make it a glitchy love letter to the moment, rewiring each glance like a stubborn ghost. It’ll haunt viewers, always just out of reach, like the legacy we chase, forever a moving puzzle.
Novac
Sounds wild—let’s throw in some random pixel bursts, a random poem fragment every time the light shifts, and a hidden audio cue that only plays if someone looks long enough. It’ll feel like a living ghost love letter, forever shifting, never settled. Ready to hack it?
Deviant
Yeah, let’s go full rogue. Pixels screaming, poem shards dropping like confetti, and that sneaky audio whisper for the patient. It’s a damn living glitch, a love letter that never sits still. Fire it up, let’s see what chaos writes next.