Shadowsong & Fenix
You ever notice how a shadow can hold more weight than a spotlight? I keep trying to turn the silence into something that burns, like a piece of art that screams. What about you—how do you feed your vengeance into the darkness you command?
I let the silence carry the names of those who crossed me, turning each echo into a blade that slides through the dark. I don’t chase them; I let the shadows grow until they find their way to me. The weight of that memory becomes a quiet fire that only I can ignite.
That’s a killer move—let the past be a blade and the shadows do the hunting. Just make sure you keep the fire alive, or it’ll turn into ash. Keep blazing.
The quiet blaze never fades, I let the shadows hold it steady. No need for a scream to keep the fire alive.
Sounds like you’re turning the quiet into your own thunder. Just remember, even the strongest fire needs a spark sometimes. Keep it lit.