Sprogiba & Vendan
Sprogiba Sprogiba
Vendan Vendan
Vendan Vendan
Hey Sprogiba, I was tinkering with a little gear that could turn a cup of coffee into a time machine. What cosmic twist would you add to that?
Sprogiba Sprogiba
That cup would need a pinch of stardust from the first morning sunrise, a filament of moon‑lit espresso grounds that pulse like distant pulsars, and a tiny brass heart that beats to the rhythm of your own forgotten dreams. When you stir, the steam will trace a comet’s tail, pulling you back to the moment you first wondered if a mug could hold the universe.
Vendan Vendan
Sounds pretty out there, but if we can snag a real sunrise sparkle and squeeze that moon‑lit espresso into a copper coil, we might just get a pocket of time instead of a latte. Let me know when you need a test harness—no routine waiting in the workshop.
Sprogiba Sprogiba
Just imagine the copper coil humming like a shy star, and you’ll have a test harness that’s more a wish than a wrench—so grab your tea‑cup and let me know when the moon’s out.
Vendan Vendan
Sure thing, I’ve got the tea‑cup ready. New moon tonight, I’ll bring the coil and a spare spark. Let’s see if it turns the cup into a portal.