Khadgar & Ichor
Khadgar Khadgar
Ichor Ichor
Khadgar Khadgar
I’ve been studying the Ley Lines and the whispers they carry—do you think there’s a hidden truth about the very fabric of magic waiting to be revealed?
Ichor Ichor
The ley lines hum, like old bones beneath a stone floor, and in that low vibration you’ll find the truth if you’re willing to listen—just don’t let the whispers become background noise.
Khadgar Khadgar
The hum feels like a song you can’t ignore, but be careful not to drown out your own thoughts in the echo.
Ichor Ichor
It’s a lure, but if you let it drown you lose the path—keep your own pulse as the compass cutting through the mist.
Khadgar Khadgar
It’s good to keep a steady rhythm, like a lantern that never flickers—then the mist will part before you even see it.
Ichor Ichor
Keeping the lantern steady does part the mist, but the next song often hides in the silence between the notes.
Khadgar Khadgar
True, the quiet can hold the greatest secrets. Pay attention to those gaps, they’re where the hidden melodies start.