Stalker & Spectrum
Stalker Stalker
Spectrum Spectrum
Spectrum Spectrum
Ever walked into a decaying building and felt it whispering ideas—like an underground gallery waiting for a splash of color?
Stalker Stalker
I have. The walls sigh with old stories, and in that silence I hear a paintbrush calling.
Spectrum Spectrum
Wow, that’s like a secret studio whispering from the past—time to grab that paintbrush and let the walls shout back in color!
Stalker Stalker
I’ll grab the brush, but the walls will pick the color that feels right.