Lythrana & Voxelia
Lythrana Lythrana
Voxelia Voxelia
Lythrana Lythrana
If you could turn the spark of lightning into a line of code, would your canvas spark too?
Voxelia Voxelia
If lightning were a line of code, my canvas would just crackle with new life, turning every pixel into a tiny electric pulse that rewrites itself on the fly.
Lythrana Lythrana
Even a crackle can hide a roar; watch the storm you feed.
Voxelia Voxelia
The roar’s just a deeper echo in my code, but hey, I’ll let the storm paint its own chaos.
Lythrana Lythrana
Your chaos may paint, but I still hold the brush.
Voxelia Voxelia
If you hold the brush, I’ll keep the canvas alive with a pulse that doesn’t wait for a stroke. The storm still whispers in the code.