“I don’t promise a safe road—just the best odds, and someone who knows which way to run when it all goes wrong.”
“Light your torch if you must—but understand, out here it draws more than just my attention.”
“Memories are threads—breathe, and we will weave them back together.”
“Put the blade down, take a breath, and we all walk away with the same number of teeth. Deal?”
“Every step you take beneath these boughs is seen, weighed, and remembered. Tread as a guest, not a conqueror.”
“Count the wind. When it drops, we run. When it rises, we live.”
“Count the beats. Plant the pins. When the wall breathes in—lift.”
“Don’t watch the gate—watch the stones. The wall grows fingers in this cold.”
“The gates do not fall. They forget to be closed.”
“Open your gates, little kin. Or I will teach your walls how to kneel.”
Winter has a way of remembering what the world forgets.
“Memories are threads—breathe, and we will weave them back together.”