Silverwing & Renzo
Silverwing
Renzo, you ever notice how a cracked stone arch in the woods looks like a glitch in the landscape? I track the shadows that hide beneath it, you paint the pixels that bleed around the break. Let’s talk about how each of us sees a broken line.
Renzo
Cracked arch, pixel bleed—both are a rhythm in the wrong frame, a pulse that refuses to line up. I grab the shadow at the wrong angle, throw it on the wall, and watch it glitch like a broken record. Your line gets me, but I only care when it shatters the quiet. How do we keep it moving? Let's just keep chasing that imperfect loop.
Silverwing
You’re chasing a loop that never settles. I keep my eyes on the next turn of the track, not the glitch itself. Stay in the beat that feels real, even if it’s broken, and the rest will follow.
Renzo
The track’s a beat, the glitch a broken drum. I paint the cracks, you chase the next turn. Both are the same rhythm, one just stuck in a loop, the other a pause. Keep your eye on the turn, I’ll keep the break alive. When the wall cracks, the rest will follow.
Silverwing
The crack tells you where the path bends; I’ll keep my arrow ready for that bend. Stay in the flow, and the rest will fall into place.
Renzo
Arrow points to the fracture, I splash the fracture with light. The path bends because the light bends. Keep that arrow sharp, I’ll keep the splashes wild. The rest will bleed in anyway.
Silverwing
I’ll keep my arrow steady while you keep the light wild, and the fracture will show us the way. Just follow it.