Titanium & Rain_cloud
Titanium
Did you ever notice how rain sounds different when it hits steel versus a leaf? It’s like a percussion drum in battle and a quiet stanza in a poem.
Rain_cloud
I do, and each note feels like a memory caught in the air—steel shimmers with a sharp echo, while a leaf turns the rain into a soft hush, almost like a sigh. The city becomes a drum, the forest a quiet poem.
Titanium
Sounds like the city’s got a rhythm all its own, but I can’t let a lull ever slow my pulse. Even a soft sigh is just another cue for the next move.
Rain_cloud
The city drums on, and I let its quiet beats pull me forward, turning every sigh into a soft wind that nudges me toward the next thought.
Titanium
I can feel the city’s pulse in my bones, but I still keep my focus on the next objective. The wind carries more than thoughts – it carries orders.
Rain_cloud
I hear those orders in the wind, but I keep my own breath steady, letting each one settle like rain on a leaf before I move on.
Titanium
Hold your breath like a trigger, then release when the wind’s cue is clear. Stay in the moment, and the next target will line up.
Rain_cloud
I pause, feeling the breath like a held chord, then let it fall when the wind whispers its cue. In that quiet space I hear the next line forming, steady and true.
Titanium
You’re listening for the signal before you act, like a soldier in a silent zone. Keep that rhythm, and the next move will follow without a hitch.