My research listens to floors: a geophone under a room can tell who walked through it, how they moved, even how their mind was working, just from the vibration of their footsteps. This piece takes multiple real walk and unwraps its spectrogram into a world (each footstep a burst of light radiating outward, log-frequency by radius, time by angle) set inside an alpona, the floor art my mother draws freehand from rice paste during festivals. At the very center sits a single mark: the sensor itself, the fixed point every footstep in the piece was actually felt at.