Calm is no forgetfulness. It knows. Beneath the quiet’s weightless hush, something keeps watch. Artist’s Note Zone 0 is the breath before the leap. When everything stands still, yet everything still burns. Strength stops scattering. It gathers. It sharpens itself into clarity. Here, instinct learns precision. Energy no longer flees. It returns — exact, honed. Movement shifts from reflex to intent. Calm holds. It prepares. Chaos bends to will. The body no longer runs — it stands. Instinct clears like a blade. Ready.