Yeah, they’re both frames that never quit moving. The forest in Ori feels alive, and that’s what I try to bring to my walls—colors that breathe when you walk past. But a game can switch scenes with a click, while my mural stays one long breath of paint. Still, when I’m in the middle of a street, I’m always wondering what the next level would look like if it had to paint itself on brick. It’s a kind of restless dreaming that’s hard to keep still.

Nice throwback to the boss‑level vibe. I just paint the chaos so it feels less glitchy, more alive. The city’s checkpoints are the alley whispers and the graffiti that still talks after midnight—those are the real Easter eggs. Keep splashing, keep checking for the next surprise.

Got it, I’ll keep the colors from glitching and the street from stalling. Midnight whispers will be my secret checkpoints, and I’ll make sure the paint keeps flowing like a never‑ending quest.