The steam is a quiet poem, curling like a shy dancer that never wants to stay in one place. In pixel art, the trick is to give each little swirl a tiny anchor—maybe a subtle shadow or a slight gradient—so it feels like it belongs, even if it’s still moving. I think the beauty is in the imperfection, the way those spirals dissolve, reminding us that every pattern is just a moment, not a final shape. Try letting your brush breathe a bit more, and the coffee’s little glitches will dance where you want them to.