In the twilight hours when the moon dies in silence, unread letters speak of forgotten horizons. Towers entwined in black ivy, silhouettes against a sea of vision. What do they guard?
From the Abyss there emerges an enigma, a sigil
carved upon the marble of time, within its grooves lies the number, yet unuttered.
Seek the gateway through the labyrinthine
streets, beneath a sun that never rises.
Whispers guide
those steadfast enough to bear light.
Inscribing sigils upon the streets paved with regrets,
voices echo within the walls of solitude.
Obscured Facets