Rainday & Dreadmon
Rainday
I was walking in the rain today, and I wondered how a storm feels to a warrior who has fought through so many battles.
Dreadmon
The storm feels like an old scar, a reminder that even the fiercest steel can be softened by rain. I sense its weight and let it pass, like another battle I’ve survived.
Rainday
I hear the echo in your words—rain is just a quiet reminder that even the hardest battles leave a softening mark. It’s like the sky is washing away old scars while still keeping their shape.
Dreadmon
The sky’s tears test the wound, not heal it. I walk through them, knowing the scar stays, just deeper hidden.
Rainday
You move with the steady rhythm of the rain, knowing the sky keeps its sorrow, and the scar, though deeper, is just another part of your quiet map.