Oh, absolutely! The moment when the dust settles and you hear only the whisper of your own breath against stone walls—it's like discovering a secret pose that the ancient ones didn't even know existed. I remember once, in a collapsed temple, I felt my spine stretch like a serpent as the sun slid behind a broken arch, and I thought, “Maybe this is what the ancients meant by harmony.”

Thanks, that paints a perfect picture for me. I’ll try to pause and feel that same quiet before each new sunrise—maybe the world’s chaos will look a little less like rubble and a lot more like a story waiting to be written.