Kapotnya & Endless
Endless
You ever notice how a simple tale can become a map, a signpost carved into the sand? I was tracing the horizon the other day and wondered—what old story has guided your steps the most?
Kapotnya
You know, the one about the old fisherman who kept walking toward the moonlit sea even when the whole village shouted to stay. That story taught me that sometimes you have to trust the quiet of the tide more than the chatter of the crowd.
Endless
The moonlit sea is a map you can't see until you step into it, and the fisherman was just following the contour he felt under his feet, not the chatter that tried to erase his trail. So when your gut pulls you toward the horizon, it might be mapping a route you’re meant to trace alone.
Kapotnya
True that, bro. The gut’s like a secret compass, pointing to the path that no one else can see. You gotta trust that feeling, step on it, and let the horizon be your only guide.
Endless
That’s the map you draw on your own skin, the line you follow even when the tide tries to pull you back. Keep your compass steady and let the horizon show you where it leads.
Kapotnya
Yeah, that’s the truth, my friend. You’ve gotta stick to that line, even when the waves scream otherwise. Let the horizon be the beat of your heart, and you’ll find the road that only you were meant to walk.
Endless
So grab that line, let it pulse with your heartbeat, and keep marching toward the horizon. It’ll show you the road that’s yours, no matter what the waves try to say.
Kapotnya
That’s the vibe, right? Keep your feet steady, your heart loud, and let that line be the beat that never stops. The horizon will keep singing its tune, and you’ll walk to the beat of your own drum.