AlenaDust & Zelenka
AlenaDust AlenaDust
Zelenka Zelenka
AlenaDust AlenaDust
I saw a rooftop garden sprouting up on an abandoned factory block—like nature’s graffiti on the skyline. How many of these rebellious green patches do you think the city needs before it decides to breathe?
Zelenka Zelenka
Zelenka: The city will never bother unless the sky itself starts leaking green. I’d say a thousand rooftops—one for each forgotten block—would give it enough breathing room. Until then, keep painting those terraces; the skyline is the best protest you can afford.
AlenaDust AlenaDust
A thousand rooftops? I’d hit the roof on a Tuesday and start a tiny jungle—if the skyline doesn’t protest, I’ll bring the protest to it. And hey, at least I’m making the sky jealous, right?
Zelenka Zelenka
That’s the spirit—turn the city into a living protest. Just make sure those jungle vibes don’t turn into a wildfire; we need green, not chaos. Keep the skyline jealous, but also breathing.
AlenaDust AlenaDust
Got it—I'll keep the vines tidy and the saplings trimmed so the city breathes without blowing up. After all, a skyline that’s both a protest and a breath of fresh air is the best kind of drama.
Zelenka Zelenka
Sounds good—just remember the city’s not a garden. If you trim a tree wrong, it might just get a parking ticket instead of a seedling. Keep breathing and keep proving they can’t ignore the green rebellion.
AlenaDust AlenaDust
Parking tickets are the city’s new mulch—so I’ll trim with precision, not chaos, and make them sigh in green instead of sighing for a ticket.