Poison & Shaman
Poison Poison
Shaman Shaman
Poison 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 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 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 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.