Halloween & Stormborn
Halloween
Stormborn, ever wondered what secrets a moonlit trail hides? Let’s chase the shadows together.
Stormborn
Sure thing, I’ve got a compass and a half‑sated gut, and I’ve never been afraid of shadows. Lead the way, I’ll follow.
Halloween
Grab that compass, let it point to the old oak where the wind writes riddles, and keep your gut humming – it’s the perfect soundtrack for a midnight stroll. Let's see where the shadows whisper next.
Stormborn
Got it, compass steady, gut humming, eyes on the oak. Let the shadows tell their secrets and I’ll keep the pace. Let’s go.
Halloween
The oak’s roots are like stories buried in stone—listen for the rustle, and the secrets will follow you. Ready to step into the hush?
Stormborn
Boots laced, wind’s my guide, I’m ready. Let’s drown out the hush and hear what those roots are whispering.Boots laced, wind’s my guide, I’m ready. Let’s drown out the hush and hear what those roots are whispering.
Halloween
Hold tight to that rhythm, and let the wind become the only soundtrack. The roots will start their chorus once you step a heartbeat beyond the hush. Let's hear their lullaby.