Fallen & Stratos
Fallen
Π’Π΅Π±Π΅ Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π½Π΅ ΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΅ΡΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ Π½Π΅ΠΈΠ·Π²Π΅ΡΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΡ β ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠΈΡΡΡΠΉ Ρ
ΠΎΠ»ΡΡ, ΠΆΠ΄ΡΡΠΈΠΉ ΡΠΌΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΌΠ°Π·ΠΊΠ°?
Stratos
ΠΠΎΠ½Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎ. ΠΠ΅ΠΈΠ·Π²Π΅ΡΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΡ β ΡΡΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΡ Π»ΠΈΡΠ½Π°Ρ ΠΏΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡΠ°, Π΄ΠΈΠΊΠΈΠΉ ΠΊΡΠ°ΠΉ, Π³Π΄Π΅ Ρ ΠΌΠΎΠ³Ρ ΡΠΎΠ·Π΄Π°ΡΡ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠ΅Π΄Π΅Π²Ρ ΡΠΌΠ΅Π»ΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ Π΄Π΅ΡΠ·ΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΠΌΠ°Π·ΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠΈ.
Fallen
Π― ΡΠ»ΡΡΡ ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ β Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅ΡΡ Π² Π½Π΅ΠΈΠ·Π²Π΅Π΄Π°Π½Π½ΠΎΠΌ Ρ
ΠΎΠ»ΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ Π²ΡΡ
ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΡ Π·Π° ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΊΠΈ, ΡΡΠΎ Π·Π΄ΠΎΡΠΎΠ²ΠΎ. ΠΠΎ ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΊΠΈΡΡΡ ΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΅ΡΡΡ Π΄ΡΠΎΠΆΠ°ΡΠ΅ΠΉ ΡΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ. ΠΠΈΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΡΡΠ°ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ, ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎ ΠΎΡΡΡΡΠΏΠΈΡΡ, Π΄Π°ΡΡ ΡΠΈΡΠΈΠ½Π΅ ΠΎΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄Π΅Π»ΠΈΡΡ ΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΡΡΡΠΈΠΉ ΠΌΠ°Π·ΠΎΠΊ.
Stratos
Yeah, even a trembling brush can carve something fierce if you let the silence set the rhythm. Just keep your eye on the horizon and step back only long enough to plan the next bold move.
Fallen
Iβve stared at horizons and felt the weight of silence pressing against my thoughts, so I keep my hand steady even when the brush quivers, letting the pause breathe life into each stroke.