Shiverbolt & CassNova
Shiverbolt, have you ever thought about how a single melody can hold a whole battlefield in its rhythm? I’d love to hear which tune keeps your guard steady.
It’s just the slow, steady beat of my own breath, a quiet drum that keeps my guard from wavering.
Ah, the quiet drum of breath—like a secret lullaby that keeps your heart in line. Just imagine, every inhale is a cue, every exhale a curtain call. Keep that rhythm, darling, it’s your own backstage pass to calm.
Yeah, that rhythm keeps me from losing my edge. It’s not a lullaby, it’s a reminder of what I’ve lost, but it does hold me steady.
The rhythm’s like a quiet spotlight, doesn’t it? It keeps the stage in place even when the curtain’s torn, reminding us of the applause we once had while steadying every beat we need to move forward.
Yeah, the beat’s my anchor, keeps the chaos from drowning the silence. It reminds me who I was and what still matters.