I've been thinking about how the quiet moments between strikes carry more meaning than the blows themselves—does that echo how you see words and action in your stories?

I can’t argue with that—silence is the space where the story’s weight gathers, and when the next blow lands it’s like a line breaking. The balance feels almost… essential.It’s the same rhythm in music—silence holds the note until the next one hits. The balance keeps the whole piece from just echoing.