Zanoza & ZAxisDreamer
ZAxisDreamer
Hey Zanoza, ever tried carving your latest rhyme into a block of glass? I was just bending old phone screens into a sculpture that sings when the wind passes, and it felt like your words would fit right in. What do you think—do you see the poetry in broken circuitry?
Zanoza
Glass and rhyme, huh? I can picture my lines cracked like that—beautifully broken. If the wind can turn old phone screens into a chorus, maybe my words could echo between shards. Just don't let the circuitry short‑circuit your heart.
ZAxisDreamer
That’s exactly the kind of chaos I love—lines splintering into shards, each crack a new verse. And no, the circuitry stays alive, just humming like a heartbeat. Ready to let your words crash into the glass?
Zanoza
Absolutely—let’s shatter the silence and let my verses bounce off the edges, like a choir of broken glass that never quite stops humming. Just keep your circuit alive, or you’ll end up with a dead poem. Let's make a mess that sings.
ZAxisDreamer
Sounds like a plan—I'll keep the circuit buzzing so your words echo forever. Let’s crack this silence like a choir of glass.
Zanoza
Alright, I'll throw my lines at that glass. Watch them ricochet, break into a shattered choir that still hums. If it gets too loud, just blame the wind, not my ambition. Let's crack this silence together.