Yeah, I’ve been jotting those silent steps in my mind, like a secret playbook. The pauses feel like breathing before the next move, almost like the predator’s thinking about where to land the next strike. I try to trace the rhythm, but I always keep my eye on the tiny beetles and the way their trails blur when the predator moves. It’s a bit like watching a drama unfold—you’re not sure who’ll win until the final step. Just try not to step on any petals while you’re at it.