Not long ago, I, Wyrmharrow’s Martin, stopped by the Geldart house to drop off a bag of hunted blood. I lingered for a bit longer than usual and ended up overhearing Mama Geldart say, “Jay, let’s step out for a walk. We might as well stop by the black market.” And of course I wasn’t going to miss that, so I stepped in and went, “Wait, can I come with you? I was thinking of getting some meat anyway.” Geldart’s Jay just laughed and said, “You really heard all that, huh? Sure, come along.”

So we went together, just casually walking side by side. checked out different stalls, and honestly just vibed the whole time. I got some meat, we talked about random things, and at some point Jay went, “Wait, let’s take a picture,” and we actually did.

By the time we were done, Mama Geldart handed me a portion of snack. She smiled and said, “Take it home.” I just nodded and said, “I came here to give something, not to get spoiled like this.”

Still took it though, lumayan, hehe.

They were supposed to be loud tonight. ★🎶

Meet our trio of vocalists, Shien's Hanni hummed under their breath, so soft it almost disappeared, while Scalden's Sullyoon stared at her phone as if the outside world had more gravity than the one they built together. Sommer's Jingxiang kept his eyes closed, lips moving faintly, rehearsing words that might never be spoken aloud.

Across the room, triad of guitarists carried their own quiet. Clyborne's Taesan held their guitar like something fragile, almost breathing with it. Sveic's Anton tapped a rhythm against the floor, fingers restless, unwilling to let go of the sound. The last, Geldart's Ohyul let out a small, private laugh—like a melody only they could hear. a lone drummer, Eryndor's Jiho Hands resting on his knees, as if trying to remember the feeling of impact, of echoes bouncing back to him. Last, the quiet eye behind it all—the director. Behind the camera, Scalden's Yuma watched them 👀 —not with urgency, not with pressure, but with quiet understanding. As if this moment, this fragile stillness, was just as important as the performance itself. 

Eight souls stitched together by sound. And yet, they sat in silence like a band that had forgotten how to breathe. The stage lights were off, leaving only a dim spill of light from the hallway creeping into the room. Sweat still clung to their skin, but the music had already slipped away.