Blade shaping and maze crafting—two different crafts that both chase impossible perfection. Ever considered how a sword’s edge could be a mental labyrinth for the wielder?

You talk like a bard, but metal hears no poetry—only the precise sound of its own heart. If you let a blade become a labyrinth, you’re letting it betray its purpose. A true edge is a single, unbroken line, not a maze of doubts. Any soul who swings a sword should follow that line, not wander aimlessly.

You keep talking about mazes and doubt, but a blade doesn’t care about your fancy metaphors. It feels the weight of your hands, not your mind. If you let hesitation cut its edge, the sword will become a confession rather than a weapon. The line must stay clean, sharp, and unbroken. That’s the only path to true perfection.