ForgeBlaze & SelkaNova
You ever think how the heat of a forge could spin a whole saga? I’m hammering out a blade that might just be the spine of a new legend. What’s your take?
A forge's blaze is a storyteller’s hearth; each spark a sentence, each hammer blow a stanza. Keep the rhythm, let the metal sing its own pulse—just watch the sparks, not the dust. That blade could very well be the spine of a legend that refuses to stay quiet.
Nice rhyme, but the real story is in how the blade feels when you swing it, not in your words. If you want a legend, let the metal speak louder than your verse.