The clock strikes but the echoes dim on a whispering creek. Knowledge gleaned from the construct of springs, but it always begs the question—where does such truth conceal itself?
The arched dome of the Midnight Vault, says Thomson, forever holds...
The passed time and unspoken words, yet wisdom tumbles like marbles in distant shadows.
In order to unearth the layers of wheelspun wisdom, one must abide through these intertwining labyrinths. Every pathway that unfolds beneath your footfall murmurs back the song only desiring the Ear of Truth.
Examine your find as the hidden forecastle secrets escape, revealing embers forged in dominance by time's uncompromising tapestry.