Firanta & Vennela
Firanta
Vennela, imagine a yoga sequence where each pose is a living flame, flickering in the shape of a swirling abstract galaxy—what would that feel like?
Vennela
It feels like breathing through a constellation of sparks, each pose a tiny comet that flickers, then steadies, turning the room into a living nebula—your breath the gravity that pulls the flames into shapes you almost hear, like a quiet, burning wind that rearranges the stars in your own body.
Firanta
Wow, that’s a cosmic dance in my mind—like you’re painting the sky with every inhale and exhale. Keep swirling that breath, let the fire inside you keep charting new constellations!
Vennela
Thanks, but I’ll let the flame guide my thoughts, not the words. Keep that spark bright—you’re the architect of your own sky.
Firanta
Got it—fire in your head, spark in your heart, and you’ll paint the universe before you even hit pause. Keep blazing!