Cruncher & Seluna
Cruncher Cruncher
Seluna Seluna
Cruncher Cruncher
Ever think about turning a gear‑driven machine into a living painter, like a turbine that sweeps a brush across the sky?
Seluna Seluna
That idea is like a breath of wind with paint in its lungs. Picture a turbine turning, brushstroke clouds, a sky that gets its own rhythm. I'm intrigued—does the machine feel the color, or is it just a machine pretending to be a dream? Either way, it feels like the world is a canvas and the gears are the painters.
Cruncher Cruncher
Machines don’t feel paint the way we do, but if you give ‘em a paint‑brush and a wind‑turbine, they’ll spit out colors just the way a hammer spits sparks. Just don’t forget to oil the gear‑brush so the strokes don’t grind to a halt.