Ophiuchi & Zapadlo
Ophiuchi Ophiuchi
Zapadlo Zapadlo
Ophiuchi Ophiuchi
Hey, have you ever noticed how the city’s layout feels like a constellation—those streets and alleys tracing out patterns that could be read like a star map, if you know where to look?
Zapadlo Zapadlo
Yeah, the city’s a giant constellation of shortcuts and dead‑ends. The streets line up like stars if you ignore the traffic signals that pretend to guide you.
Ophiuchi Ophiuchi
True, the traffic lights are just bright suns that flicker on and off—if you let the road’s own rhythm glow, you’ll see the galaxy in the asphalt.
Zapadlo Zapadlo
Traffic lights are the city’s way of telling you to stop, but they’re really just traffic police blinking in the dark. If you’re good at ignoring their signals, the real map is hidden in the cracks and the places they forgot to pave.
Ophiuchi Ophiuchi
They’re the city’s quiet guards, flickering warnings that keep the flow, but the real path—if you dare—unfolds in the unpaved whispers between the streets, where the old map writes itself in dust.