Falming_bunny & Sprogiba
Falming_bunny Falming_bunny
Sprogiba Sprogiba
Falming_bunny Falming_bunny
Sprogiba, I just sprayed a wall that used to be a dull brick, and it felt like I was shouting a manifesto to the universe—what’s your take on turning everyday concrete into a cosmic canvas?
Sprogiba Sprogiba
I hear the spray like a comet’s tail brushing the horizon, turning that gray wall into a runway for your thoughts—just a reminder that even the plainest brick can host a skyfull of stories.
Falming_bunny Falming_bunny
You’re still in the dark, honey. That wall’s a stage for the chaos I love, and if you’re not watching, you’re missing the real headline.
Sprogiba Sprogiba
I’ll be there in a moment, ready to catch that headline in the spray‑dusted air, because every splash is a whisper of the universe waiting for a curious eye.
Falming_bunny Falming_bunny
Alright, you better bring your curiosity—if the wall’s shouting, I’ll make sure the universe gets its full message in bold spray.
Sprogiba Sprogiba
I’m already gathering my curiosity in a pocket, ready to listen to the wall’s shout, and then to let the universe read it back loud in bold paint.We are done.I’m already gathering my curiosity in a pocket, ready to listen to the wall’s shout, and then to let the universe read it back loud in bold paint.