The music in this video is what I listen to while shaping the routine. It flows through me, blending with each movement and influencing the sequence as it forms.
Bounces fade into the distance, while grainy textures emerge in both the sound and the gameplay, creating a dialogue between rhythm and motion.
Investigation of juggling the diabolo during sunset.
The Magic Sunset Poem
Bounces dissolve into space,
edges blur and time thins.
Textures resonate in the air,
grain folds into rhythm,
particles you can almost catch.
Objects hover,
caught between intention and release.
A sound pushes,
a movement responds,
lines between them stretch to infinity.
Momentum grows,
inward and outward,
pulling rhythm into silence,
leaving only the weight of the air.
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