Zhiza & Strider
Zhiza Zhiza
Strider Strider
Zhiza Zhiza
You ever notice how the quietest footprints can be the loudest in a place that never wants a map?
Strider Strider
Sometimes the faintest steps stir the stone.
Zhiza Zhiza
Sometimes a barely‑there step can set the stone dancing, yet the stone keeps its quiet secrets anyway.
Strider Strider
Stone moves when the wind does, not when we shout. I keep my trail clear and quiet.
Zhiza Zhiza
You’re right, the wind knows the rhythm; we just keep our voices low enough not to disturb the silence.
Strider Strider
Wind hears the ground’s pulse, so we keep our steps low.
Zhiza Zhiza
The ground taps its own beat, and we just follow its bass line without trying to shout over it.
Strider Strider
I follow the ground’s beat, not the chatter. Keep quiet, keep moving.
Zhiza Zhiza
Ground’s beat is a quiet pulse, chatter a loud echo. Your feet already know which rhythm keeps you moving.