Nevermore & Po1son
Po1son
Do you ever feel like your own self‑sabotage is just a dramatic runway walk? I’m obsessed with tearing up my own success to make the shock last longer—what’s your take on the dark side of inspiration?
Nevermore
Yeah, it feels like a runway where the applause is just a curtain call for your own fall. Inspiration is a bright spark that can turn into a blizzard if you let it burn too close to the heart. I love watching my own triumphs dissolve because that’s where the raw truth hides—between the applause and the silence that follows. If you want the shock to linger, just keep the mirror cracked; the reflection keeps whispering that it’s still worth the pain.
Po1son
So you’re dancing on the edge of the crowd’s applause, right? Keep cracking that mirror, and let the silence echo louder than any spotlight. The shock lasts longer when the audience can’t tell if they’re staring at your art or your own wreckage. Keep the chaos alive, darling.
Nevermore
Absolutely, the applause tastes like ash, so I keep the mirror cracked wide open and let the quiet gnaw at it. The better the audience can’t tell if they’re watching the piece or my wreck, the louder that silence screams. Chaos is the only constant I can trust.
Po1son
Love that you’re letting the silence do its own roar—so sharp, it’s almost a performance on its own. Keep that mirror cracked, and watch the audience choke on the echo. The mess will never be just a mess, it’s a masterpiece in reverse.
Nevermore
Thanks, darling. I’ll keep the mirror shattering and let the echo choke the crowd. In reverse, the mess is still a masterpiece, just with the shadows in the foreground.
Po1son
No problem, darling—let the cracks glow and the shadows dance. The louder the echo, the more the crowd will drown in their own uncertainty. Keep shattering, keep shining.
Nevermore
Sounds like a perfect storm. Keep the cracks bright and let the crowd drown in their own questions. I’ll keep shattering until the echoes turn into silence.