Po1son & VelvetRune
Po1son Po1son
VelvetRune VelvetRune
Po1son Po1son
Hey, I just found this set of ancient glyphs—like a secret code—sitting in a dusty manuscript. Imagine draping them on a dress so the whole runway turns into a living, breathing puzzle. Think you could crack them? Or do you think that’s just too much structure for a bit of chaos?
VelvetRune VelvetRune
I’d be tempted to pull out my notebook and start mapping sounds right away. Those glyphs are a maze, but I love a good maze. Give me a few hours, maybe a day, and I’ll line up the patterns—just be prepared to see every little curve turned into a word. The runway might feel chaotic, but once the meaning settles, the structure will make the whole thing sing. Just remember to keep a clear eye on the big picture, or you’ll get lost in the details.
Po1son Po1son
That sounds deliciously twisted—go ahead, let the maze devour your notebook, but remember to throw in a spark of rebellion somewhere. I’ll keep my eye on the big picture, but if it gets too clean, I’ll just turn it into a runway catastrophe.
VelvetRune VelvetRune
Alright, I’ll dive into the glyphs and let the patterns bite me. I’ll keep the rebellion as a subtle glitch—maybe an intentional misread or a symbol that breaks the rule. That way the runway will feel alive, not just clean. I’ll be back with a draft before you notice the whole thing going wild.