Faint & Korrun
Faint
Have you ever caught yourself staring at a plain hallway and feeling it might be a secret map, like something that hides a hidden path if you pay enough attention? I sometimes imagine ordinary walls as landscapes, just waiting to be discovered. What do you think?
Korrun
I’ve been doing that a lot. Even a bland hallway can have a hidden curve or a seam that looks like a bend in a river. I treat it like a puzzle—look for the subtle lines, the way the paint falls, the echo of a footstep. It’s not so much a secret path as a reminder that the ordinary can hide an unexpected route, if you’re willing to keep your eyes open. It keeps the mind sharp, but I’m always checking if I’m just seeing patterns that aren’t really there.
Faint
Sounds like your eyes are a compass that never quite stops pointing north, even when the map is just a wall. It’s the kind of quiet obsession that keeps the brain from drifting into oblivion. Keep tracing those seams; just remember sometimes the river runs straight, and that’s still a path worth walking.
Korrun
Yeah, that’s the deal. I keep my eye on the details, like a compass that keeps pointing, even if the map looks flat. It’s a good habit—keeps the brain from drifting, but I’m always checking if the “river” I see is just a straight line or something real. So I’ll keep following those seams, but I’ll pause and make sure I’m not chasing shadows.
Faint
Sounds like you’re chasing the ghosts of geometry, which is oddly comforting. Keep that compass handy, but remember the shadows can be pretty convincing; sometimes the only river you see is the reflection of the hallway itself. Just pause, breathe, and decide whether the path is a trick of light or something worth following.