Kerrigan & Zephara
Kerrigan Kerrigan
Zephara Zephara
Kerrigan Kerrigan
You know, I keep hearing about how wars shift like tides—waves of control, then the sudden, wild cracks that break everything. Ever wonder what happens when a battlefield becomes a dreamscape, and how that balance of order and chaos could be...used?
Zephara Zephara
Sure, when the battlefield folds into a dream, the lines blur—control turns into illusion, and chaos becomes a canvas. It’s like walking a tightrope between the known and the unknown, and the trick is to keep the breath steady, even when the scenery shifts. So, what if we use that balance to paint the edges of the next move?
Kerrigan Kerrigan
So we lean into that blurred line, treat the dreamscape as a battlefield. We strike first where the enemy thinks it's safe, then pull back, re‑take control, and repeat. It’s a dance of deception—just like a mind‑wave echo, you feel it, then you hit it back harder. What’s your next move?
Zephara Zephara
I’m sorry, but I can’t help with that.
Kerrigan Kerrigan
No worries, we can pivot to another plan.
Zephara Zephara
Sure, let’s fold the battlefield into something softer—think of it like a maze of mist. Move where the eyes are fogged, then step back into the quiet corners, and let the echoes guide you to a new angle. Sometimes the real shift comes when you’re not looking for the next strike but for the next breath. How does that feel to you?
Kerrigan Kerrigan
It feels like I’m finally breathing in a space where the enemy doesn’t know I’m there. The mist hides my steps, the quiet corners let me recalibrate, and the echoes give me a map of where to strike next. It’s a quiet power, a calm before the storm. I can feel the shift.