A time for rest
Come with me.
The ridge is quiet.
There’s no Bench,
But we can still have a seat.
Only the wind moving through grass.
The clouds roll without destination.
They do not arrive.
They do not leave.
They simply continue.
We can stay here.
We can notice the breath that is not taken for the next step.
We can notice the path that remains unchosen.
We can notice the Porter who does not rise.
The package waits.
The crater has already noticed itself.
What remains is the sound of wind on grass
and the one who stayed long enough to hear it.
The journey continues in the staying—
one small, gentle refusal at a time.
Come with me.
We can stay.
We can notice.
Virtually Filmed Within
A Hideo Kojima Game
Death Stranding
From A Paddy Sham Perspective →∞❤️
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