Words that stroll across the page like grazers in a field — readable, selectable, and subtly alive. Space = pause · R = regroup.
When words wander, they discover little accidents: a comma that learns to rest, a sentence that bends around a pebble, a thought that stops to listen.
Text remembers its neighbor and, like polite travelers, yields its space. Movements are small, patient, and always slightly curious.
Each letter becomes a limb, words are small herds, and paragraphs migrate with lazy rhythms under an indifferent sky.
There is order in the wandering: a slow gravity, invisible paths, and occasional attraction to the cursor — but never a hurry.
The motion is designed to compliment reading — subtle shifts, tiny wobbles, and micro-pauses that give space to attention.