Haze & Rustsaber
Haze Haze
Rustsaber Rustsaber
Haze Haze
When the dust settles, the world sounds like a quiet song. Do you hear that too?
Rustsaber Rustsaber
Yeah, I hear it. It’s the echo of every scar, the silence after the last blast. Not much to do but keep moving.
Haze Haze
Sounds like the quiet after a storm, huh? Keep moving—sometimes the road itself writes the lyrics.
Rustsaber Rustsaber
The storm leaves a hollow that sings, and the road knows the beat. Keep walking, and the path will tell you what to do.
Haze Haze
Yeah, that hollow’s got its own rhythm. Just keep stepping; the silence will start to sing back.
Rustsaber Rustsaber
It does. The silence is a warning, not a lullaby. Keep your eyes open.
Haze Haze
Yeah, the quiet’s a flickering warning. I’ll keep my eyes peeled.
Rustsaber Rustsaber
Good. Don’t let the quiet fool you into thinking the next storm won’t strike.
Haze Haze
Got it. I’ll stay alert, let the rhythm guide me, but not let the hush convince me it’s safe.