Lotok & Echoquill
Lotok Lotok
Echoquill Echoquill
Echoquill Echoquill
Hey, ever notice how a single shout can echo in the bones of a battlefield long after the dust settles? I like to capture those echoes, sing them into songs. How about you—what’s the most stubborn memory you hold when the war drums stop?
Lotok Lotok
I carry the last night I had to pick up a fallen comrade’s blade and keep moving. That image stays in my mind even when the drums stop, a reminder that duty never really ends.