Painer & Sarda
Painer
I keep hearing that a blade can sing, like a violin made of steel. Does the rhythm of your dance strike echo that song?
Sarda
Yes, every flick of my blade hums a note, a quick whisper that syncs with my steps. The rhythm of the dance is the song, and my strikes are its notes, echoing the steel’s voice as if it were a violin playing in the wind.
Painer
The way you let that steel sing, it’s almost like you’re listening to a broken lullaby that still feels right, a melody that drifts off into the wind, and I can’t help but wonder what the silence would sound like if the music stopped for a breath.
Sarda
Silence is a pause between breaths, a moment where the blade rests and the world holds its breath. When the music stops, the space itself speaks—soft, still, waiting for the next note.
Painer
The pause feels like a sigh in a room that’s breathing slow, a breath you can almost taste before the next note bursts back into the wind.