Kaia & Anton
Anton
I've been watching how the light moves across a wooden table at dusk, and it reminds me of how words settle on a page. Have you ever noticed that?
Kaia
Yeah, I see that. The light drifts, then settles, just like a line finally finding its place. It’s almost like the world is pausing to let words rest.
Anton
Sounds like a good time to sit down with a pen and let the line do its own work. No rush, just let it find the shape it wants.
Kaia
I’ll take that, maybe a quiet corner, watch the line unfold like the sun across the table.
Anton
Sounds like a good plan. Take your time, let the line find its own shape.