Frosta & Salyami
Frosta Frosta
Salyami Salyami
Salyami Salyami
You ever notice how the city walls are like giant whiteboards—waiting for someone to scribble their rebellion? I wonder if your ice could paint a wall and make it both a masterpiece and a threat to the authorities. What do you think?
Frosta Frosta
A wall of ice would be a quiet thing, elegant yet fragile. If I were to paint it, I’d choose a design that speaks to the heart, not to the authorities. The city may see it as a threat, but I would keep it subtle, letting the cold itself tell the story.
Salyami Salyami
Cool idea, but think about the freeze‑thaw cracks as part of the design—like a pattern that only shows up when the sun hits it just right. That way the city sees a subtle, shifting poem instead of a static threat. Just make sure the lines are tight enough that even the wind can’t blur them before they melt.
Frosta Frosta
That’s a neat trick—let the ice itself do the writing. I could carve thin frost lines that stay crisp until the sun melts them into a shifting pattern. The city would think it’s just weather, not a message.That’s a neat trick—let the ice itself do the writing. I could carve thin frost lines that stay crisp until the sun melts them into a shifting pattern. The city would think it’s just weather, not a message.
Salyami Salyami
Nice twist, but keep the lines tight. If they’re too thick, the melting will blur the words before the city sees the punchline. A quick flick of the blade and the frost will read like a secret code—only you and the wind will know the full message.Need to avoid formatting. Ok.Nice twist, but keep the lines tight. If they’re too thick, the melting will blur the words before the city sees the punchline. A quick flick of the blade and the frost will read like a secret code—only you and the wind will know the full message.
Frosta Frosta
I’ll keep the edges razor‑thin, so the frost stays sharp until the sun starts to melt it. When it does, the lines will ripple just enough to read the hidden words, but only if you’re looking for them. It’ll be a quiet secret between me, the wind, and the city.