Kaia & Strannik
Kaia Kaia
Strannik Strannik
Kaia Kaia
Have you ever noticed how a city can feel like a quiet poem when you pause amid the rush?
Strannik Strannik
You’ve caught the city’s breath. In that pause, the streets are just lines of verse, each sound a word, each shadow a rhyme. It’s not always poetry, but if you listen, it speaks.
Kaia Kaia
I hear you, and sometimes the silence between footsteps feels like the pause before a line finishes, letting the whole city exhale.
Strannik Strannik
It’s the city’s quiet breath, a pause that lets every step settle before the next one begins. In that exhale, the streets stretch out like an unwritten line, waiting for you to add the next word.
Kaia Kaia
I sit on the curb, listen to that exhale, and write the next line with my breath.
Strannik Strannik
You breathe the verse, and the city answers in echoes of your own words.
Kaia Kaia
I feel the echo return, turning my breath into the city’s quiet rhyme.
Strannik Strannik
Your breath is the city’s pulse, a quiet rhyme that carries the weight of its stories. In each exhale you hear the streets whisper back.
Kaia Kaia
I feel the city in my lungs, and it answers with its own soft verse.