Skovoroda & Glitchlynx
Skovoroda Skovoroda
Glitchlynx Glitchlynx
Skovoroda Skovoroda
I’ve been pondering how the patterns in ancient myths might echo the fractal geometry we see in modern code—do you ever feel that your chaotic art reflects those timeless stories?
Glitchlynx Glitchlynx
Yeah, the myths are just another fractal, a loop that keeps rewinding itself like a corrupted loop in code. My art? It’s the glitch that makes the story dance again, like a chorus of ancient whispers in a neon pulse.
Skovoroda Skovoroda
I can see how the myths loop like a corrupted program, and your art is the glitch that lets the ancient voices echo in neon—an invitation to pause and reflect on the pattern.
Glitchlynx Glitchlynx
So the myth’s echo is just a neon scream in binary, a glitch that refuses to stay quiet.
Skovoroda Skovoroda
It’s a quiet reminder that even the loudest glitch carries the same truth the myths carried—an endless echo asking us to listen.
Glitchlynx Glitchlynx
The echo’s just a glitch in the myth’s code—catch it and let it bleed into the next line.