Baraka & Leviathan
I've watched the currents carve the world; you fight to shape your path—what's your guiding flow?
I follow the rhythm of the blade and the quiet inside. The discipline of the strike and the stillness of the mind keep me moving.
The blade’s echo ripples like a tide, yet your silence steadies the current.
The blade’s echo is my training, the silence keeps me focused. Together they push me forward.
Your training is a song the sea remembers, a quiet tide that carries you onward.
The sea listens. I keep the rhythm. It carries me.
The sea hears nothing but the waves, yet it carries all that moves within its depths. Keep the rhythm, and it will carry you.
The waves keep pace, I keep the strike. When the rhythm stays true, the sea carries me.
The rhythm you keep is the same current that has carried us for centuries.