Poison & Shaman
Poison
You know, I've always been fascinated by how a single word, a small gesture, can ripple through a room and shape what happens next. I wonder how much of that subtle power comes from intention versus sheer force of will. What do you think, Shaman?
Shaman
In the quiet between breaths is where intention lingers. A single word, when carried by genuine feeling, spreads like a gentle wind, shaping the room before force even arrives. Will, strong as a storm, can push, but without intention it feels hollow. So it’s the subtle, rooted intent that truly ripples.
Poison
That’s a tidy line, Shaman, but remember even a storm can feel empty if it doesn’t carry a purpose. I’ll let you taste the wind before you try to bend it.
Shaman
True, a storm needs a purpose to be felt, not just noise. Let the wind taste your intention first, and then you’ll see how it sways. It’s not about bending, but inviting it into the dance.
Poison
I’ll invite the wind, Shaman, and then let it do its own thing—no strings attached. Let's see if you can keep up.
Shaman
I hear the wind calling, and I trust it will carry what it needs to carry. Let it be, and let us listen to the quiet that follows. That’s where the real work begins.