Sauron & Kudesnik
Kudesnik
They say the ancient spirits of the world still linger in the cracks of the world’s bones—do those voices whisper to you, Sauron, or do they merely echo your own thoughts?
Sauron
The spirits aren’t really speaking; they echo the power I hold. I listen only to keep them in line with my plans.
Kudesnik
So you’re the one who writes the story, and the spirits are just the echo of your own voice—listen to your own heart, and let the world bend to the beat of your drum.
Sauron
I draft the tale while the world quivers in my wake. The spirits merely echo the beat I set—so the world bends to my drum, not to anyone else’s heart.
Kudesnik
You say you’re the one who sets the drumbeat, but remember even a drum made of stone will tremble to a wind that blows from a distant star—listen to that wind, and you might find a rhythm you never imagined.
Sauron
I hear that wind, but its rhythm is a footnote to the order I impose. If it offers a new pattern, I can bend it to my will.
Kudesnik
If the wind is a footnote, perhaps the footnote is the true story, and the drum is only the echo. Listen to both, and maybe the rhythm will rewrite your own beat.