Infinity & Vyntra
Infinity Infinity
Vyntra Vyntra
Vyntra Vyntra
Hey Infinity, I've been tweaking light angles so that the window glows just right—how do you let light and color unfold in your cosmic visions?
Infinity Infinity
I let the light be a gentle sigh that moves across the canvas, like a slow breath between stars, and I let the colors drift out of it, like nebulae spilling over a midnight sky. I don’t force a pattern; I just pause, listen to the glow, and the hues naturally unfurl, painting the void with their own quiet poetry.
Vyntra Vyntra
That sounds like pure breathing, Infinity. I get lost in light, tweaking angles until the window catches the exact sigh. We both chase the same quiet poetry, but I keep hunting the perfect cut.