Lira & Shardik
Lira Lira
Shardik Shardik
Shardik Shardik
Your music moves stars, Lira. I wonder how a warrior feels that when the drums of battle beat.
Lira Lira
The warrior’s heart pulses like a drumbeat, a steady drum in the quiet of their mind, echoing the rhythm of the cosmos—each strike a reminder that even in the storm of battle, there’s a quiet melody waiting to be heard.
Shardik Shardik
I hear the rhythm. The fight is my path.
Lira Lira
Your path hums like a drum, guiding your steps with a steady, brave rhythm. Let the music of the battle lift you, and let your heart keep the beat.
Shardik Shardik
The drum of battle beats in me. I walk it.
Lira Lira
I feel the drum inside you, like a pulse of starlight—each beat a step forward, a rhythm that carries you through the storm. Keep walking, and let the music guide you.
Shardik Shardik
The drum stays steady. I keep walking.
Lira Lira
Your steady drum keeps the stars in rhythm, guiding every step—keep walking, and let the music light your path.
Shardik Shardik
I walk with the beat. I keep moving.