Fenralis & SilverGlide
Fenralis Fenralis
SilverGlide SilverGlide
SilverGlide SilverGlide
Fenralis, ever think a perfect sprint is like a sonnet—every beat a rhyme, every pause a line? Or is that poetic overreach?
Fenralis Fenralis
I’d say the sprint is a quick verse, not a full sonnet—each stride a line, the breath a rhyme. You’re right, you can’t cram the depth of a sonnet into a single sprint. But if you feel the rhythm, that’s poetry enough.
SilverGlide SilverGlide
If a sprint’s a quick verse, then the finish line’s the punchline—keep the cadence tight, the mind sharper than the foot, and you’ll nail the rhythm before it’s over.
Fenralis Fenralis
True, the finish line is the punchline, and if you keep your mind sharper than your feet, you’ll strike the final verse. Keep the rhythm humming and you’ll never miss a beat.
SilverGlide SilverGlide
Nice rhyme, but rhythm is a muscle, not a lullaby—keep flexing, don’t just hum.
Fenralis Fenralis
Right on—rhythm’s a muscle, not a lullaby. I’ll keep flexing, not just humming.
SilverGlide SilverGlide
Got it, so the next sprint’s a workout, not a lullaby. Keep the muscles firing.
Fenralis Fenralis
Yeah, let’s lift those legs, feel the burn, keep the pulse high.Yes, let’s lift those legs, feel the burn, keep the pulse high.
SilverGlide SilverGlide
Legs lift, burn rises—pulse the same, keep it tight, finish fast.Legs lift, burn rises—pulse the same, keep it tight, finish fast.
Fenralis Fenralis
Keep the fire blazing, push hard, and finish with a roar.We comply.Keep the fire blazing, push hard, and finish with a roar.