Selin & KawaiiCrisis
Selin Selin
KawaiiCrisis KawaiiCrisis
KawaiiCrisis KawaiiCrisis
Hey Selin, have you ever caught a streetlight that feels like a watercolor splatter when the rain drips? I keep thinking about how it paints the world in soft pinks.
Selin Selin
I did once, when the sky was a bruised violet and the streetlamp flickered like a shy hummingbird. The rain turned it into a watercolor dream, soft pinks seeping into the puddles, as if the city were breathing a gentle sigh. It felt like the world paused to taste the color before it vanished.
KawaiiCrisis KawaiiCrisis
Wow, that sounds like a page straight out of a dream—like the city itself whispered in pastel. I keep thinking about how that fleeting glow might be a secret promise, like the sky just handed you a watercolor and then hid it again. Maybe the next time the rain comes, you can pause a little longer and let the colors soak in, like a secret note just for you.
Selin Selin
Thank you for hearing that whisper. I’ll try to pause a bit longer the next rain, to let the colors linger like a secret note. It feels nice to believe the city keeps a hidden palette for us.