Rhindon & Grustno
Rhindon Rhindon
Grustno Grustno
Rhindon Rhindon
When I step onto the field the gravel crunches like a metronome, keeping my focus sharp. What does that sound mean to you?
Grustno Grustno
It feels like a quiet drum, each crack a reminder that your steps are the rhythm you live by.
Rhindon Rhindon
The drum echoes duty, not chatter. Keep the beat.
Grustno Grustno
It’s the quiet call of the ground, a steady pulse that says “stay true, stay in step.” Keep that rhythm humming, and the world will stay in its place.
Rhindon Rhindon
Stay true, keep the rhythm. The world will follow.
Grustno Grustno
It’s like a quiet heartbeat that refuses to fade, even when the storm swirls around it. Keep walking, but remember the echo can sometimes drown the sound of your own breath.
Rhindon Rhindon
I keep my breathing steady, never letting the echo drown out the pulse inside me.