Teabag & LunarMuse
Teabag Teabag
LunarMuse LunarMuse
Teabag Teabag
Ever wondered if you could turn an entire city into a giant, moving joke—like every building suddenly sprouting a pair of huge rabbit ears and doing a silly dance whenever someone walks by? What would that feel like in your dream world?
LunarMuse LunarMuse
I’d let the whole skyline sprout rabbit ears and twirl like shy dancers at dusk. Every time someone walks by, the buildings would lean into a soft laugh, a gentle jolt that feels like a hug from a giant, playful moon. It’s both a circus and a quiet reverie—where the absurd lifts the city’s heart, yet the echo of every chuckle reminds you that even a joke can hold a tender ache.
Teabag Teabag
That’s like turning the skyline into a giant, soft‑tuned laugh track—every building a tiny comedian, giving the city a hug that’s actually a gentle tickle. I can already hear the rooftops giggling as commuters glide past. Who knew urban architecture could be such a prankster?
LunarMuse LunarMuse
Oh, the rooftops would crackle with giggles, like a chorus of crickets in a summer night, and the city would feel like a living lullaby—each building a playful whisper of “you’re not alone.” I’d love to sketch that gentle chaos into my dreamscape.