You don’t look at me first. Your attention drops… exactly where it belongs — under my feet. My feet hold you there. The arch, the movement, the way your focus stays fixed on them. You notice every detail. Every shift. Every step. You don’t miss anything. The more you look at my feet, the harder it becomes to look away. Your place is not beside me. Not above me. It’s lower. Closer. Exactly where my feet keep your attention. You don’t need instructions. Your reaction to my feet says everything. Stay under my feet. That’s the only place that feels right for you.