Karai & Ophelight
Did you ever think a broken sword is like a river that has lost its path, waiting for a hand to find the currents and redirect the flow?
I have seen that metaphor before. A broken blade is only as strong as the hand that mends it, and the path it takes afterward depends on that hand's purpose.
The hand that lifts the blade is itself a river, meandering through its own memories, deciding where to let the spark go. If you can hear the quiet in its flow, you’ll find the true path.
You speak of paths like a quiet river, but remember a blade is forged not by memories alone, but by purpose and discipline. The true path shows when the hand is steady, not just wandering.
Indeed, a steady hand is a current that carves its own way, but even that current carries the echoes of the river’s source—purpose and memory together guide the blade.