Прода и песня

Неделя выдалась просто адская, и темп упал до непозволительно низких значений. Однако я все-таки смог написать главу, - причем очень важную главу. 

Бог Войны и Король Демонов идут на свидание! 

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А ещё для этой главы есть музыкальное сопровождение: https://suno.com/s/UJDP3rVZ3AbwpGqN

I built my walls from steel and stone
My hands bore calluses
Not a home
Each scar a badge
Each tear denied
I was the blade
I was the pride

But now these walls
They feel so thin
His voice gets through
It pulls me in

The iron softens in his hands
He sees no warrior
No battle plans
Just a woman tired
With trembling knees
And in his quiet
I find my peace

I marched for years
I waged my fight
The armor heavy
The sleepless nights
He doesn’t ask for my medals
My war
He just asks who I am
Nothing more

Did I fight the wrong fight
Chase the wrong flame
Did I trade my soul for a hollow name
His touch melts my edges
It breaks my form
And I wonder
What if this was the norm

The iron softens in his hands
He sees no warrior
No battle plans
Just a woman tired
With trembling knees
And in his quiet
I find my peace