Once, in the fading whispers beyond Cortinth74, there existed a crossword that spanned realities—not just the kind that aligned blocks, but the sort that held stories capable of weaving worlds together.1
This crossword, inscribed in the universal language, received its profound mysteries from a voice whispered in the shadows of EllipherCave, written but never intended for sight.2
Footnotes to contemplate:
1. "Patterns of Empty Halls," J.A.N. Vol 12 Essays on Forgotten Structures.
2. "Echoes from Silent Avenues," D.F.L. Chronicles from EllipherCave 1967 Edition, pp. 87-91.
Each cell of the crossword could enact a fusion, a lifecycle that influenced not just paths in the sand, but entire timelines shifting in their quiet slumber. Imagine standing before such a framework, its ethereal puzzle pieces demanding resolution through layers of existence.3
3. Reflections documented in L.U.V's "Interstice of Realms," Annotated by S.T.|Librarium Nº103|Removed from Outer Chapter 19.|