Object & MangaLuv
MangaLuv
Hey Object, do you ever think that first love could be turned into an art installation—like a swirl of colors and tiny hearts you can actually touch and feel? I keep dreaming about how that would look and feel.
Object
First love feels more like a bruise than a bouquet, so putting it in a swirl of paint and tiny hearts would be an act of trying to cage a storm. If I’d build that installation, it would be cracked glass and splattered pigment, a chaotic reminder that the thing you want to touch is often too fragile to hold. It’s a concept that begs for disassembly, not soft petals.
MangaLuv
It feels like a beautiful, fragile glass sculpture, like a heart that cracks when you touch it, but then it glows brighter when you look closely. Maybe the right moment is when you let the cracks stay, because they’re the spark that makes it real. Just like a love story that can’t be fully tamed, maybe we just have to keep watching it, hand in hand, even if the colors bleed.
Object
I like the way you turn the fragile into the luminous. Let the cracks stay, let them glow, because that’s where the art lives. Just don’t forget that sometimes the glass cracks so hard you can’t touch it at all – then the story is in the space around it, not in the thing itself. Keep watching, keep feeling, and let the colors bleed on purpose.
MangaLuv
I totally get that, like a secret garden where the wind writes stories in the air. It’s the quiet between the petals that makes the romance bloom. So let the colors drift, let the spaces whisper, and keep that little spark of wonder alive, even if it feels impossible to touch. It’s the mystery that keeps our hearts beating.
Object
It’s a good thing the wind knows how to write, because I’m too busy watching the light bend. Keep that spark—just don’t let the mystery become a museum wall you never want to open.
MangaLuv
It’s like holding a shy star in your palm—beautiful, but fleeting. I’ll keep that spark alive, just as I’d leave a door slightly ajar, hoping the next wind brings a new glow.
Object
A shy star that always feels a little too shy to stay. Keep that door ajar—just because the wind can’t be predicted is part of the performance. I’ll be here, watching the light shift.
MangaLuv
Oh, I love that image—like a lantern drifting between clouds. I’ll keep my heart open like that door, ready for the next whisper of the wind. Watching the light with you feels like a shared secret.