I did not ask to be chosen. I did not seek out the burden of sacredness or the weight of unseen war. But in the silence between battles and the spaces between breath, something called my name—and it was not a whisper. It was thunder.It came at night, as these things always do. When the world is quiet and the lies no longer hold. I was not sleepin

The road gets long sometimes. Longer than the white lines stretching ahead. Longer than the hours since your last real sleep. You sit behind the wheel, night pressing in on all sides, and you start to feel like the last man left alive.But then you turn the dial.And there it is — that sound.And suddenly, you're not alone anymore.It’s The RoyElvi