Assassin & IvySonnet
Assassin Assassin
IvySonnet IvySonnet
IvySonnet IvySonnet
I was reading a poem about shadows that move like a silent blade, and it made me wonder—how does your own quiet code shape the way you walk through a room?
Assassin Assassin
I move like a shadow, never a ripple, the floor a map, each step a silent pledge.
IvySonnet IvySonnet
A quiet trail is a line on a page, so every step you trace writes a stanza of its own. Keep walking, and let the floor be your silent chorus.
Assassin Assassin
The floor listens, the echoes stay, and I leave only the quiet of my passage in the air.