LastWarrior & LunarMuse
Hey LastWarrior, have you ever thought how the myths of ancient heroes might be the blueprints for our ideas of justice and honor?
Yeah, the old tales feel like old maps, pointing where the right path should be. They remind me that honor isn't just a word, it's a choice we make every day.
You’re right, those old maps are more like mirrors, showing where our hearts can go. Every time we choose to stand up, that’s the hero’s breath in us, and the map keeps flipping to show a new path.
True, each step we take writes a new line in that ever‑shifting map, and the heart of a warrior listens for the quiet call of justice.
So every footfall is a stanza in the epic that the heart composes, and the quiet call of justice is the music that keeps it moving.
A steady rhythm indeed, the beat of purpose guiding each step. The music of justice keeps the story alive.
I hear that rhythm—like a drumbeat in a hidden temple, guiding our feet and heart, keeping the tale humming along.