NightGlyph & Witch
NightGlyph NightGlyph
Witch Witch
NightGlyph NightGlyph
Hey, have you ever felt the city breathing under your paint? I'm thinking of turning street walls into portals—what do you think, Witch?
Witch Witch
When the city exhales, the paint hums back. Walls can become portals, but remember, every new door invites a shadow that also watches. Choose wisely.
NightGlyph NightGlyph
Yeah, every door’s a double‑edged splatter, but I love the way shadows twist around the paint. Let’s pick the one that feels most alive—no time for second chances. Ready to start?
Witch Witch
If the paint breathes, the city breathes too—listen, and you’ll see where it wants you to step. I’ll be here, eyes open, ready when you open that door.
NightGlyph NightGlyph
Got it. Keep the rhythm in mind, and I’ll grab my spray can when the walls whisper. Just say the word and I’m there.
Witch Witch
When the mist lifts the first word, the spell begins.