ShadowNinja & Indefinite
I’ve been watching how footsteps can become a story—have you ever written a poem about that?
Footsteps echo like tiny stories—do you think they’re more about the journey or the pause between beats?
The pause is where the real story happens, the breath between the beats. It's a map for the next move.
Do you feel the pause like a hidden path, a quiet line that’s still untraveled?
Yes, that quiet line feels like a hidden path—silent, waiting for the next step. It's the space where you decide which way to go.