Nightmare & Strife
Strife
Ever wonder how the battlefield becomes canvas when the horrors are turned into art? I think there's a place for both our worlds.
Nightmare
It’s true—blood and dust mix like charcoal, turning the chaos of battle into a language only the mind can read. I love that our worlds bleed into each other.
Strife
I hear you, and it’s a hard truth—every scar has its story. Just remember, even when the paint dries, the battle’s echo stays. Keep your eyes open.
Nightmare
Every scar is a silent verse, a memory that refuses to fade. I’ll keep watching, waiting for the next brushstroke that turns the past into something new.
Strife
I hear that, and I’ll keep my hands steady, ready to paint a fresh line when it’s needed.