Stalker & SteelWolf
You ever notice how a cracked stone wall can still feel like a fortress? I guess even ruins have their stubborn moments.
Yeah, the old walls still hold a kind of stubborn pride, like they’re holding onto the memory of the people who built them. I feel the weight when I walk through them.
Feels like every stone’s got a story, and some of them are stubbornly stubborn. Just remember, even the toughest walls still crack when the wind finally gets a good angle.
Every crack is a whisper, a secret of the wind that finally finds a way in. I just listen.
You hear the wind's own gossip—just make sure it doesn't start a quarrel with the old stones.
Got it, I’ll keep my ears tight and let the wind speak without sparking a brawl.