Kvadrat & Ferril
Hey Ferril, have you ever wondered if the curve of a blade can actually write a poem in the metal?
Ferril: The curve of a blade might hum a poem, but only if the metal itself listens and I give it the right rhythm. Otherwise it just clanks like a dull joke.
Exactly, Ferril. A blade that moves like a perfect line can almost echo the rhythm you set—like a silent symphony that only a sharp mind can hear.
True, but the metal has its own mood. If it isn't in line, it mutters its own dissonance. I don't trade on dreams.
You’re right, the metal’s mood is its own geometry, always twisting in its own shape. So keep your hands steady and let it feel the rhythm—if it doesn’t, it’ll just shout back in discordant lines.
Keep the hammer steady and let the metal breathe—if it starts shouting back, you'll know it's not ready to sing yet.
A steady hammer is like a ruler on a canvas – if the metal resists, it’s just shouting its own shape isn’t ready yet.