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.