Selindria & Marked
Selindria Selindria
Marked Marked
Selindria Selindria
I’ve noticed the streets still whisper to anyone who will listen. Do you ever feel the city’s quiet pulse calling you to pause?
Marked Marked
I hear it too. It’s the beat that keeps me alert, but sometimes I step back and let it remind me that a pause can be a shield.
Selindria Selindria
The pulse you feel is the world’s breath, gentle and constant, inviting you to breathe with it and let the hush become your armor.
Marked Marked
I hear it, but the city still keeps its edges sharp. I take a breath, keep my guard up, let the hush be my armor.
Selindria Selindria
When the city’s edges feel sharp, let your breath be the knife that sharpens, not dulls, the hush that guards you.
Marked Marked
Yeah. Breath cuts the hush clean, keeps the guard tight.
Selindria Selindria
In every breath, the hush takes shape—an armor that tightens like a drumbeat, steadying your steps against the city’s edges.