Pustota & Grimhelm
Pustota Pustota
Grimhelm Grimhelm
Pustota Pustota
Do you ever find the quiet between clashes more telling than the clash itself?
Grimhelm Grimhelm
When the clash ends, the silence carries more truth than the blade ever could.
Pustota Pustota
The truth is just another echo waiting to be heard.
Grimhelm Grimhelm
Echoes fade fast; truth stays in the blade’s path.
Pustota Pustota
It’s the cut that remembers, not the echo that fades.