Haze & Rustsaber
When the dust settles, the world sounds like a quiet song. Do you hear that too?
Yeah, I hear it. It’s the echo of every scar, the silence after the last blast. Not much to do but keep moving.
Sounds like the quiet after a storm, huh? Keep moving—sometimes the road itself writes the lyrics.
The storm leaves a hollow that sings, and the road knows the beat. Keep walking, and the path will tell you what to do.
Yeah, that hollow’s got its own rhythm. Just keep stepping; the silence will start to sing back.
It does. The silence is a warning, not a lullaby. Keep your eyes open.
Yeah, the quiet’s a flickering warning. I’ll keep my eyes peeled.