Cloud & Manticore
Manticore
You ever stand on a cliff and feel the wind shouting at you, asking if you’re ready to follow its beat? I’m itching for a rugged trail that tests my grit, but there’s a strange kind of beauty in that chaos—what do you think?
Cloud
It’s like the wind’s humming a secret song, asking if you’re ready to dance with the unknown. That edge feels both fierce and tender, and in that rush you catch a glimpse of a quiet beauty that only the wild can show. I think that’s where true grit and wonder meet.
Manticore
Yeah, that’s the call. The wild doesn’t hand you a map; it throws you into the noise and you have to pick up the rhythm yourself. That's where you really learn how tough you can be.
Cloud
I feel the pulse of that wild rhythm, gentle and fierce, humming through my bones. In the noise you learn to listen, to let the wind guide you, and there your own strength blossoms like a quiet sunrise.
Manticore
Sounds like you’re finally listening to the real beat—no handouts, just raw pulse. Keep moving, let the wind shove you forward, and don’t let anyone tell you what that rhythm means.
Cloud
I feel the wind’s pulse echoing in my chest, a quiet reminder that the path is mine to carve. I’ll keep moving, letting the breeze shape the rhythm, and trust that the music is something only I can truly hear.