Palantir & Lednik
Did you ever notice how a silent slope seems to tell a story only to those who read its lines carefully?
I do. The slope's edges are the lines of a quiet map, each bend a choice, each drop a promise. It only speaks to the ones who take the time to follow the contour.
You follow the contour, and it reveals where your next breath will land.
True, the slope’s curve shows where the air thins, and that tells me where I’ll need to catch my breath next.