MysticLuna & Seris
MysticLuna MysticLuna
Seris Seris
Seris Seris
Ever wondered if a soldier’s path is chosen by fate or by his own will?
MysticLuna MysticLuna
It feels like a quiet wind that pushes a soldier forward, sometimes guiding, sometimes merely blowing, and in the end he chooses which direction to follow, like a leaf deciding to drift or to climb, so the path is both a whisper from destiny and a shout from his own heart.
Seris Seris
You’re right. The wind can guide, but the soldier still has to make the move. Destiny’s whisper, but the heart’s shout decides the real path.
MysticLuna MysticLuna
Indeed, the wind whispers truths that are already there, yet the heart’s shout must step into the open air and choose a breath, so the path is written by both the hush of fate and the echo of choice.
Seris Seris
So fate whispers, you shout. If you let the wind decide you’ll drift, but if you push your breath out loud you’ll carve the road. That's the only way to win.