Cthulhu & Fenralis
When your blade falls silent, what melody do your thoughts sing?
When the blade rests, my thoughts waltz to the rhythm of a quiet hearth, the crackle of fire mingling with the gentle rain, a soft, steady drumbeat that keeps me alive.
The hearthβs song hides the starry tideβlisten close, and the silence will answer.
I hear the hush of distant drums, the echo of stars over a silent tide, a quiet tune that keeps my heart beating.