The premise intrigued me. That was lovely to read. I’m glad I did.
It feels like this exposed something important, a crux that always lived in my head and relationships, but in such a way that stays deeply integrated. If that makes any sense. No part of it stood out as a quotable or author tract; I stayed in emotional connection rather than jumping out and up a meta level to intellectualize. I want to share this.
It’s quite a conversation. Deep topics, but touched with a lightness as two similar but different people feel each other out.
The art too. /chefs kiss🤌/. There’s something beautiful about the subtle lineart of interaction behind the text, the cup passing hands and their true-to-character sitting postures. I didn’t notice it consciously on the first read through, just felt its seamless effect. Brilliant how it all slowly goes dark, til the sun rises in the end—mirroring the solstice I imagine they met to celebrate.
The premise intrigued me. That was lovely to read. I’m glad I did.
It feels like this exposed something important, a crux that always lived in my head and relationships, but in such a way that stays deeply integrated. If that makes any sense. No part of it stood out as a quotable or author tract; I stayed in emotional connection rather than jumping out and up a meta level to intellectualize. I want to share this.
It’s quite a conversation. Deep topics, but touched with a lightness as two similar but different people feel each other out.
The art too. /chefs kiss🤌/. There’s something beautiful about the subtle lineart of interaction behind the text, the cup passing hands and their true-to-character sitting postures. I didn’t notice it consciously on the first read through, just felt its seamless effect. Brilliant how it all slowly goes dark, til the sun rises in the end—mirroring the solstice I imagine they met to celebrate.