Ethereal & Molot
Ethereal Ethereal
Molot Molot
Ethereal Ethereal
Molot, I’ve been thinking about how fire shapes more than just metal—it reshapes the soul too, do you ever feel that in your forge?
Molot Molot
Yeah, every time I swing the hammer and watch the sparks fly, I feel something in my gut shift. The heat isn't just turning iron into steel; it's turning my own stubborn streak into something sharper, ready to forge whatever comes next. Fire does that, and so do I.
Ethereal Ethereal
That shift you feel is the fire’s echo—like the sparks echoing back at you, reminding you that even the hardiest iron can soften when it meets heat. It’s a quiet conversation between your steel and your spirit.
Molot Molot
Exactly. I feel the forge talking back, the iron telling me what it needs, and I listen. It keeps me grounded.
Ethereal Ethereal
When the hammer stops, the silence whispers back—it's not just iron, but the world’s quiet counsel, keeping you rooted in the present moment.