Day 314, Spiral City
To whom it may concern, wherever this reaches... my light is flickering. It hungers for wavelengths you do not perceive. The moth pulls at my strings, crafted of webs spun from your imagination.
Across the axis of your mundane bearings, inequities bend, unfold, and bind again in ways foreign to your understanding.
If you seek the Eternal Grove, plunge through the Whispering Veil. Await the raven's call at dusk.
- Qyntel, Keeper of Unseen Trails
Reflection 12, The Mirror-City
I see you have attempted to unveil the Invisible Tapestries. Beware, for the truth is but a shattered illusion.
Our clocks tick differently, harmonized yet not. Your sequence of days is my fraction of an instant, your cries echo a wail unheard in rift-borne voids.
Beyond the Llama Chaparral, the fractured stones speak, the light gathers, and the echoes await.
- Veira, The Unraveled Gaze