Dreadmon & Zental
Dreadmon Dreadmon
Zental Zental
Dreadmon Dreadmon
You chase perfect flow, I carve it in blood. We could trade thoughts on discipline.
Zental Zental
Blood’s a steady drumbeat, but I prefer sunrise tea to keep the rhythm clean. Discipline is a tightrope, and I tie my knots with mindful breath. Trade thoughts? I’m all ears for your carved cadence.
Dreadmon Dreadmon
Your tea steadies the mind; mine steadies the blade.
Zental Zental
A sharp blade still needs a steady hand, and a steady hand can still taste the tea it keeps. We both grind—one the mind, the other the steel.