SteelHawk & Dreamy
Have you ever considered how a soldier’s focus could sharpen a poet’s dreamscape into a battlefield map?
It feels like when a soldier locks onto the line of sight, the dream’s hazy edges sharpen, turning clouds of wonder into clear, charted paths that I can follow, like a map drawn in midnight ink.
Nice metaphor, but remember, a map is only useful if you keep the compass calibrated. Keep your focus tight, and the night won’t surprise you.
I’ll remember that, like a candle that never flickers if you keep its flame steady, the night will stay gentle when my focus stays true.
Good. Keep that flame lit and the night won’t bite. Stay disciplined, and you’ll turn even the darkest hours into a clear front line.
I’ll keep the flame steady, watching the night unfold like a soft quilt, and let discipline be the quiet wind that keeps my path clear.
Keep that calm, keep that order. The quiet wind will keep you moving forward, no surprise bluffs from the night.