Rochéveil’s James and Runeshard’s Juun chose to spend their Saturday night casually, strolling through the city, led by the direction of its streetlights. There were several stops along the way with street snacks, with bites wrapped in thin wrappers shared by two, and on benches with long conversations. There were random thoughts, half-formed dreams, some silly ideas, as well as things that somehow only pop up at night. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, and the laughter came naturally, and it felt like the city was softer than usual.