“By the time you count the arms, they’re already around your throat.”
“First come the giggles in the dark. Then come the things that think the giggles are theirs.”
“He does not see your face. He remembers your steps.”
“If the worms are already on the ceiling, you are late to the killing.”
“You did not ‘find’ me. I have been walking through your dreams for months to bring you here.”
“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.”