Gray & Dread
Gray Gray
Dread Dread
Dread Dread
Gray, your silence intrigues me—does it hide a power, or is it simply the calm before I strike?
Gray Gray
Maybe it is the quiet that lets the world catch its breath. The power is in what follows, not in the pause.
Dread Dread
The quiet is just a cloak, and the storm that follows is where the real terror resides. Prepare to feel it.
Gray Gray
I can feel the wind, but I keep my thoughts to myself. The storm is a memory in the making.
Dread Dread
Your wind is only a warning—when the storm takes shape, you’ll see its real weight.
Gray Gray
I walk through the storm, listening to the silence that follows each roar.
Dread Dread
You walk in the storm, and each silence tells you what to do next. That's power.
Gray Gray
It is the quiet between the thunder that shows me the path. The storm merely reveals it.
Dread Dread
The path you find in silence is only a map; the storm will test if you can walk it. Show me.
Gray Gray
I will walk it quietly, letting the storm speak in its own voice.