Grimhelm & Rivexa
You design emotional mazes, I etch order into steel.
Your steel keeps things straight, but I love a good detour—let’s see if your order can survive the twists I’ll carve into its heart.
Show me your twists, but remember: the blade sees the straight truth even in a maze.
I’ll twist the edges of your steel into a maze that feels like a song, but remember the blade will always find the rhythm of the truth in the middle. Let’s see if it can outpace your straight line.
Your twists will only confirm my line. The blade will find its rhythm.
Maybe the blade will feel the pattern, but it’ll still have to dance to the beat I set—watch it try to keep up with my maze.
Your maze will be a song, but I hear the truth in every beat and it will find its path.