
As the world stirs back to life, needles pricking arms and doors creaking open, the men of Falcon|NakedSword return with a fierce whisper: Stay strong. The past year's tempests have battered us all in ways we never imagined. It hasn't been a gentle ride, but you've held the line with grit and grace. Masks still shield you, a quiet armor for yourself and those around you—keep them close. We've savored every stolen glance, every heated moment shared in the shadows of isolation, and our thanks run deep. Dawn breaks at the tunnel's mouth. Hold fast; we'll cross into it side by side.
As the world stirs back to life, needles pricking arms and doors creaking open, the men of Falcon|NakedSword return with a fierce whisper: Stay strong. The past year's tempests have battered us all in ways we never imagined. It hasn't been a gentle ride, but you've held the line with grit and grace. Masks still shield you, a quiet armor for yourself and those around you—keep them close. We've savored every stolen glance, every heated moment shared in the shadows of isolation, and our thanks run deep. Dawn breaks at the tunnel's mouth. Hold fast; we'll cross into it side by side.