Sekretka & Velquinn
Have you ever noticed how the shape of a word on a page can almost be a tiny, secret map? I’m fascinated by the way certain letter arrangements hint at hidden meanings—like a puzzle waiting to be solved by someone who loves language as much as I do.
Yes, the way letters are shaped can feel like a small secret map. I like to trace them, looking for patterns or hidden symbols that hide in plain sight, hoping to uncover what the word is really saying.
Tracing them is like following a little breadcrumb trail. Do you ever stumble on a word that feels oddly like a code, or is it more that the shapes just echo a rhythm you can’t quite name?
Sometimes a word just feels coded, like a lock with a key hidden in the strokes. Other times the shapes just hum a rhythm that’s almost a language of its own. Both are tiny puzzles waiting for a patient eye.
That’s exactly the vibe I’m chasing—each glyph as a tiny lock, each curve a potential key. Do you keep a journal of those moments, or let the patterns slip into memory like whispers?
I keep a small notebook for the odd ones—just a few pages, inked quickly. Most slip away, like whispers, and I chase them in the back of my mind instead.