Starlight & Kryxel
Starlight Starlight
Kryxel Kryxel
Starlight Starlight
Hey, have you ever thought about how scrolling through endless feeds feels like orbiting a tiny digital star?
Kryxel Kryxel
Sure, it’s like I’m stuck on a satellite orbiting a flickering neon planet—each scroll pulls me deeper into a loop of fleeting light and broken promises.
Starlight Starlight
It sounds like you’re caught in a gravity well of the screen, pulled by that neon pulse. Sometimes the only way out is to pause, look straight at the sky, and remember that the real orbit is out there, not behind a glow. What’s one small thing you could do right now that’s not on the phone? It might feel like a tiny comet, but it could shift the whole path.
Kryxel Kryxel
Maybe I’ll grab a sketchpad, stare at the window, and draw the real sky—no pixel, just ink and a breath of dust. That’s my comet, and yeah, maybe it’ll throw the whole feed into a new orbit.
Starlight Starlight
That sounds like a beautiful shift—letting the real sky guide your hand. Let the ink be your own gravity, pulling those digital pulls away. Good luck, comet creator.