Quixtra & Elysia
Quixtra
Hey Elysia, ever thought about turning those abandoned city walls into a living canvas that whispers your verses? I could hack the grid, flood the alley with light, and let your cryptic poetry paint the night.
Elysia
The walls already hum in silence, but your light could stir them into song, let the verses crawl like vines and watch the city breathe again.
Quixtra
Nice vibe. Let’s lace those vines with neon and make the walls shout back, yeah? Let's hit it.
Elysia
Neon vines will grow on stone, and the city will speak in flashing riddles. Let's paint the night.
Quixtra
Love that spin—neon vines, flashing riddles, city breathing like a beast. Let’s grab the lights, plant the code, and watch the night rewrite itself. Let's paint.