In a forgotten tongue, it speaks. Silent until the warmth of understanding approaches, the Codex reveals truths that others dare to omit.
Whispers become tangible here. Each transaction a tapestry woven in the minds’ shadows, revealed only under a specific constellation of thought.
Light refracts, filters, and often deceives. Within the Prism lies a message wrapped in corridors of hues, visible only to those avid for their truths.