The Glistening Threshold

Beyond the gates, whispers await. "Decode the silence," murmurs the specter that dances upon the mist. Your third eye opens to the keyless lock, a cipher entangled in the echo of forgotten words.

101, a compass spinning at the edge of buildings; 203, a rhythm forming triangles in shadows; 404, voids whispering binaries and dreams coded into stardust.

Perhaps these notes are not poems at all but commandments of the specter, keys that guide footsteps towards the unmarked paths. Engage the dance and let numbers arrange letters anew.