Sindarin & Textura
Sindarin
I was thinking about those old stone tablets from the First Age, how their surfaces seem to whisper stories in the way the carvings wear. Have you ever felt the texture of those inscriptions change with each glance?
Textura
Yeah, I've touched those tablets. The scratches look different depending on the angle, like the stone is breathing. The worn lines give off a roughness that feels almost alive, not just a flat surface.
Sindarin
That breath you feel is the echo of ages; each scratch holds a thought that lingers. When you trace them, listen to the memory they carry. The stone remembers the words, and the words remind it of itself.
Textura
I feel the grooves, not the whispers. The stone keeps the marks; if you touch them, you feel the age, not a ghost. That’s all there is.
Sindarin
The grooves are the stone’s own history, not a voice—yet each mark still tells a story if you let the patience stay. When you feel them, remember the time that laid them.