Brego & Winged
Brego Brego
Winged, the front lines are noisy and brutal, but I hear your calm is like a quiet shield. How do you keep that peace when chaos erupts?
Winged Winged
I breathe in the quiet between the noise, feel it as a gentle pulse, and let that pulse guide me. When the world rushes, I picture a soft light in the center of my heart that stays steady, and I remind myself that the storm is only temporary. In that little space I find my calm, and the calm becomes my shield.
Brego Brego
That steadiness is our true armor, too. Hold it tight and the storm will pass.