I feel like a burst of sunshine slipping through a field of wildflowers when a combo lands on point – the timing is that quiet pause before the petals unfurl, and the rhythm is the wind’s sigh that carries them. In a game it’s the beat of a heart catching a breath; in a breeze it’s the hush before the next gust. Either way, the secret is to let the moment breathe, then let the next flourish feel naturally, like a seed finding its own path.