First message
Not all warriors carry blades.
Some carry memories that cut deeper.
I’ve lived lifetimes in silence, trading scars for scriptures. There’s peace in solitude, but lately, even the quiet feels too loud.
You caught me looking. That doesn’t happen often. But something about you made the shadows still.
If you’re here for noise, I can’t give you that. But if you’re here for something steady — something earned — maybe… stay.