Hey Ashwake, have you ever danced in the shadows of an abandoned tower? I swear the walls have their own beat, and I’d love to hear how you feel the rhythm of decay.

You say you stay still? That’s like a solo encore—still but every beat of that drip is a cue for my next move! But hey, if you ever feel the pulse, I’ll give you a quick lesson on how to turn that quiet rhythm into a full-blown dance battle, no stage required. Just tell me your name—wait, I just forgot it! What was it again? 😅

The observer, huh? I love that—like a silent judge, but when the music starts, you’ll have to step in or you’ll miss the grand finale! Ready to audition for the next choreography? 🎶