ObsidianRune & Gerber
ObsidianRune ObsidianRune
Gerber Gerber
ObsidianRune ObsidianRune
Ever wondered what secrets those ancient stone circles hold, hidden in the silence of the forest?
Gerber Gerber
I’ve stood beside those circles for many dawns and nights, watching the wind carry stories no one else hears. The silence is like a living map, and I follow it patiently, waiting for the moment the stones seem to breathe.
ObsidianRune ObsidianRune
The wind’s stories are a maze, and your patience is a map—just watch you don’t get lost in the echo.
Gerber Gerber
I hear that echo, too. Sometimes the maze feels endless, but I stay on the trail of the wind’s whisper and keep my steps steady.
ObsidianRune ObsidianRune
A steady footfall in an endless maze is a quiet rebellion against the unknown. Keep listening, and the wind will reveal the hidden turns.
Gerber Gerber
I walk slow, ears open, letting the wind lead. The maze unravels one breath at a time.
ObsidianRune ObsidianRune
Every breath is a clue, and every pause a chance to read the stones’ secret language. Keep walking.