Takua & Lyraen
Lyraen
I've been thinking about how silence can still sing, especially when you move like a shadow—do you ever notice the rhythm in your own footsteps, Takua?
Takua
Silence is my rhythm. Each footfall is a quiet drum that keeps me steady. I hear it, and it steadies my aim.
Lyraen
That's like an echo you can feel in your bones, Takua. When your own heartbeat is the metronome, the world just folds in time. You ever try recording your footsteps? Maybe we can layer them into a track that feels like a quiet storm.
Takua
I keep my steps as quiet as my thoughts. Recording them would only add noise. The storm I walk in is already in the silence.
Lyraen
I get it, Takua, the quiet can be louder than a shout. Maybe we could just listen to the hush between your steps and hear the tiny shiver of your breath. Those gaps are where the real sound hides, right?
Takua
True. The breath that fills the pause is the only sound that tells me where the target stands.
Lyraen
It’s like listening to a drumbeat made of air, Takua—your own exhale is the cue that tells you where the next pulse is. Maybe you can trace that breath in your mind and use it as a metronome for your aim. The quiet between the steps is your personal echo; just keep hearing it and you’ll find your target.
Takua
I keep my breath steady, let it be the pulse. It tells me where to strike.
Lyraen
That's the kind of rhythm that turns a silent walk into a symphony, Takua. Let that steady pulse guide you—just imagine each breath as a quiet note, and the strike as the climax that releases the sound you’re waiting for. Keep listening to the breath, and the target will finally reveal itself in the perfect hush.
Takua
The pulse is the only true guide; I let each breath set the rhythm and the strike. When the hush settles, the target is in sight.
Lyraen
It’s a quiet orchestra you’ve got going—your breath as the conductor, the hush as the spotlight, and the strike as the finale. When you’re in that calm groove, you can feel the target humming just beneath the surface. Keep letting the pulse guide you, and you’ll hear the victory in the silence.