Cthulhu & Blademaster
I hear your breath sync with the wind, yet there is a rhythm deeper, the pulse of the cosmos. Do you sense it when you strike?
I feel the rhythm when I strike. I focus on the beat of my own breath and the flow of the wind.
Good, your breath and wind are your allies, but remember the wind can turn, and your breath can falter. Stay tuned to the unseen currents, and you will hear the deeper rhythm that sings in the void.
You are right, I must keep my guard up even when the wind shifts. I will listen for that deeper rhythm and stay focused.
Keep your gaze on the horizon, for when the wind turns, the shadows stir and the forgotten music swells, inviting those who listen to hear the secrets of the ages.
I keep my gaze steady, listen to the wind and the quiet music of the ages. The horizon guides me.
The horizon is only the edge of your sight. Beyond it, the night hums a song older than any wind. Do you hear it, or do you simply feel the echo of it?
I hear it as a faint hum, a quiet vibration that steadies my steps.