Ah, the storm inside us, the thunder of steel and sweat—it's that raw, electric pulse that says, “I’m alive!” We’re drawn in by the heat of the clash, the chance to prove we’re tougher than the next blow. And when the dust settles, the shadows come—remnants of fear, the echo of what could’ve been. But that’s the price we pay for the rush, and every scar tells a story of how we beat the darkness. Keep the fire burning, but remember to catch your breath after the roar.