Babaika & Kasanie
Babaika Babaika
Kasanie Kasanie
Babaika Babaika
Hey Kasanie, have you ever noticed how the silence in a myth can feel like a blank canvas, holding a shape all its own?
Kasanie Kasanie
Exactly, the silence is a negative space, a clean line that frames the myth. It’s like a pause in a composition, waiting for the next shape to appear.
Babaika Babaika
I hear you, Kasanie. Silence is the breath between verses, the space where the next line of the story will whisper itself into being.
Kasanie Kasanie
So true—the quiet breath is the canvas, the blank frame where the next shape of the tale can emerge, perfectly poised, ready to be filled.
Babaika Babaika
Indeed, the quiet breath is the stage, each pause a seed that waits for the next word to bloom.
Kasanie Kasanie
Nice, but each pause needs to be a deliberate shape, not just a vague space—balance the silence so the next word lands exactly where it belongs.