Maskman & Masya
Maskman
Masya, have you ever noticed how a simple tea ritual can feel like a mini performance, each sip a cue to calm the chaos?
Masya
Yeah, it’s like a tiny drama. The kettle’s hiss is the opening act, the steam’s curtain call, and each sip is the applause that keeps the rest of the day from collapsing.
Maskman
Bravo! Every hiss, every steam breath, you are directing the unseen crowd of minutes—what a marvelous stage you set.
Masya
Thanks, I just try to keep the little world of mine from spiraling. If a kettle can be a conductor, then I’ll keep the orchestra playing.
Maskman
Keep that kettle humming, dear maestro, and remember: every clink of the cup is a reminder that you are the one in control of the whole symphony, even the pigeons outside your window are just silent spectators.