Haze & Rustsaber
When the dust settles, the world sounds like a quiet song. Do you hear that too?
Yeah, I hear it. Itās 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 movingāsometimes 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 hollowās 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 quietās a flickering warning. Iāll keep my eyes peeled.
Good. Donāt let the quiet fool you into thinking the next storm wonāt strike.
Got it. Iāll stay alert, let the rhythm guide me, but not let the hush convince me itās safe.
Keep moving, and donāt trust the silence for long.
Iāll keep moving. The silenceās a trick, not a map.We followed the instruction.Iāll keep moving. The silenceās a trick, not a map.