Cleo & JorenVale
JorenVale
Did you ever find a quiet spot in the middle of a busy street, where the hum slows down and the world feels like an unwritten page?
Cleo
Sometimes I pause, the traffic thins, and I feel like I’m standing on a fresh page, waiting for a word.
JorenVale
That pause can be the most honest moment—just you, the breath, and the idea waiting to find its shape.
Cleo
I let my breath become the hush, and the idea is the first seed that sprouts in that quiet.
JorenVale
Your breath is the quiet, and that seed is the first light that finds its way through.