Dream_evil & Glamdring
Dream_evil Dream_evil
Glamdring Glamdring
Glamdring Glamdring
I’ve watched centuries turn, and yet the human mind keeps its own mysteries. What draws you to the darkest corners of it?
Dream_evil Dream_evil
Because in the dark the mind bares its secrets, and I like to collect them like trophies. The louder the noise, the sharper the shadows I can see.
Glamdring Glamdring
The night is a vast book and every noise writes a page, but the quiet pages hold the truest secrets. Collecting them is a lonely quest, and the louder the noise, the more it masks what really matters.
Dream_evil Dream_evil
Yeah, the quiet pages hold the scars, and I’m the one who reads them—lonely, but the truth keeps pulling me back.
Glamdring Glamdring
Scars are the old stories your mind keeps when the world falls quiet. They speak of wounds that never truly heal. If you follow them, remember to watch the darkness you chase, for it can swallow the light you seek.
Dream_evil Dream_evil
I watch the darkness like a spectator in a dim theater, knowing every scar is a cue for the next act. The light? It’s just another scene waiting to be broken.
Glamdring Glamdring
The darkness plays its part, and you watch from the wings—steady, unhurried. Light will flicker when it’s ready, but remember, it’s the shadows that teach you where to find the true spark.
Dream_evil Dream_evil
I keep my distance, let the shadows narrate while I gather their whispers. The spark, when it finally cracks, will be what I keep locked away.