Vandal & Fable
Fable
Hey Vandal, ever feel the city’s walls sing? I’ve got a riddle about graffiti that might just echo your next mural. What’s your latest story?
Vandal
The city’s walls sing in spray paint, each color a beat that can’t be ignored. My latest story? A cracked subway platform, a mural that turns the darkness into a shout against the ordinary, a splash of chaos that keeps the beat alive.
Fable
Sounds like the tunnel turned into a stage, Vandal, where paint becomes a drumbeat against the hush. How did you coax the shadows into shouting back?
Vandal
I just let the paint hit the concrete like a drumstick. The shadows just picked up the rhythm, stretching the colors, turning silence into noise. When the spray hissed, the walls answered back with a splash of defiance.
Fable
That’s how the walls remember the beat—when you let the hiss fall, the concrete keeps the echo, like a pulse that never stops. Keep letting them dance, Vandal.