Random_memory & Shield
Random_memory Random_memory
Shield Shield
Shield Shield
Hey, ever been to an old battlefield and felt the weight of the past hanging around? It’s like the walls still whisper stories from when the drums beat and we ran out of room to breathe.
Random_memory Random_memory
I’ve walked through the rusted gates of an old field once, and the air felt thick with echoes. It’s like the earth itself is holding its breath, and every stone remembers a drumbeat. I lingered there, letting the stories settle on my skin, almost as if the past was reaching out to tug me back to a time I never lived but somehow still feel part of.
Shield Shield
Sounds like you’ve felt the echo of every step that came before. That’s what I get when I stare at the old stones—like they’re holding on to the beat that never faded. If you keep that rhythm in mind, it’ll help keep you steady when the next storm comes.
Random_memory Random_memory
I’ll try to keep that rhythm humming, even when the wind starts to howl. It feels like a quiet anchor, a memory that steadies the heart.
Shield Shield
Keep that rhythm steady—just like a metronome in a storm. It’s the only way to stay focused when the wind starts to howl.