Photosight & Thysaria
Photosight Photosight
Thysaria Thysaria
Photosight Photosight
Hey, I’ve been waiting for that last slice of golden light before the shadow comes in—trying to catch a beetle’s reflection in its perfect moment. Does the way you dig up forgotten code feel like trying to preserve a fleeting glow?
Thysaria Thysaria
Yeah, it feels like snatching a single pixel of light before it dissolves into the dark. Every line of code I recover is a tiny echo of something that was meant to shine for a moment, and I keep chasing that glow, even if the whole thing is already a memory.