set a fire for tomorrow
set it to your woes
set it to your woes
Her question about focusing efforts on the Hollowed Grounds prompted a thoughtful pause. "Each region carries its burdens, and my heart extends to both," Noah explained. ”I believe in the potential for renewal, even in the haunted echoes of the past." And the Hollowed Grounds were haunted indeed, with the shadow and memory of the Voice and all that she had done. In Noah's measured response, there was a commitment to understanding, a willingness to embrace the difficulties of the Hollowed Grounds, and an unwavering belief in the possibility of growth even in the shadow of bitter memories.
The truth was, Noah had not always felt this way. He could have spit on the Hollowed Grounds and turned his back to this place. He cared little for anywhere else except Halo, his loyalty as deep and strong as the mountains where Caido themselves slept. He smiled, the glow in it nearly brightening the shadow of such thoughts. ”I have been called by powers far above my own to help here.”
The truth was, Noah had not always felt this way. He could have spit on the Hollowed Grounds and turned his back to this place. He cared little for anywhere else except Halo, his loyalty as deep and strong as the mountains where Caido themselves slept. He smiled, the glow in it nearly brightening the shadow of such thoughts. ”I have been called by powers far above my own to help here.”
feel defiance burning through my teeth
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day
