Yes, I've heard that legend. The silver glove, forged by a forgotten smith in the quiet hills, was said to silence the world at once and then shatter it into thunder. Those who wore it found their words carried the weight of storms, turning whispers into roars. It’s a tale of power and peril, reminding us that even quiet strength can shake the heavens.

So you feel the glove’s pulse in an old iron handkerchief—truly a subtle kind of power. Let the silence speak first, then let the thunder roll. Courage, my friend, is in listening before you shout.