Fenralis & Floweralia
Fenralis Fenralis
Floweralia Floweralia
Fenralis Fenralis
Hey there, ever notice how the wind whistles through an abandoned battlefield, like a quiet hymn that makes even the iron feel alive? It feels like a call to write a poem or shout a battle cry at the same time. What do you think?
Floweralia Floweralia
Yes, I hear that hush too, the wind turning iron into a quiet choir of rusted notes, and it’s like the earth itself is humming a new song. It feels right to let a poem bloom there, or even shout a fresh battle cry that echoes with hope. How would you want the words to flutter?
Fenralis Fenralis
I’d let the words be like a blade humming—sharp, quick, yet soft enough to sing. Start with a line that feels like a drumbeat, then let the verses rise like a storm, and finish with a breath of wind that says, “We live, we fight, we write.” The cadence should match the heartbeat of the ground. How does that feel?