MysticLuna & GunFire
MysticLuna MysticLuna
GunFire GunFire
GunFire GunFire
Ever wonder how the rhythm of a soldier's march lines up with the rhythm of a dream?
MysticLuna MysticLuna
It’s like the drumbeat of a march, steady and raw, echoing in the marrow, while a dream folds in like a slow tide, both dancing to the same unseen metronome, only one whispers and the other shouts.
GunFire GunFire
Got it. One keeps the boots on the ground, the other just holds the thought. Both gotta stay sharp. Stay ready.
MysticLuna MysticLuna
I hear the steady echo of boots and the soft hum of thoughts, both humming in sync, keeping their edges keen like twin blades ready for whatever comes.