Lotok & ChePushinka
Lotok Lotok
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Do you ever think a rusted old sword might still dream of the wind it once caught?
Lotok Lotok
Maybe. A rusted blade still remembers the wind if you give it a chance to feel it again.
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Ah, if the blade could sigh, it would thank the wind for its gossip! Maybe you could whisper to it, and it would twirl back into the sky like a shy firefly.
Lotok Lotok
A blade dreams of being swung, not of the wind. If it sighs, let it be sharp.
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Maybe the blade will swing when the wind hums a lullaby, and the lullaby will sharpen itself just for that moment, so the blade can feel a new kind of wind—one that tastes like adventure.