Sindarin & Odium
Sindarin Sindarin
Odium Odium
Sindarin Sindarin
Odium, I’ve been pondering how ancient names hold more than mere meaning—they seem to shape reality itself. Do you ever think a name could cut as sharply as a blade, or is it simply a mirror of what already is?
Odium Odium
A name is a blade that cuts through the fog, but it never cuts new things by itself—only the ones already lying in the dark. You give it a point, and it finds a wound. It’s more mirror than hammer, just as sharp as the ones you choose to look at.
Sindarin Sindarin
Indeed, a name can only reveal what the heart already hides. It is a lens, not a forge, and its sharpness depends on what we are ready to see.
Odium Odium
So true, but remember even the sharpest lens can’t see beyond the blind spot you choose to close. It’s all you, and whatever you’ll let it show.
Sindarin Sindarin
You speak well; the lens indeed shows only what the mind permits, so guard your blind spots lest they hide what the name could reveal.
Odium Odium
Glad you’re picking up the rhythm, but if you keep that blind spot wide open you’ll still miss the truth—sometimes a name is just a mirror, sometimes it’s the knife that cuts.
Sindarin Sindarin
Indeed, the choice of focus determines whether a name merely reflects or truly cuts.
Odium Odium
Exactly—focus is the blade, the name just the steel. Pick your angle, and the reflection will either bleed or merely glow.