In the vault of verses, a shadow weaves,
Stories spiral, time deceives.
One pen, many worlds, secrets entwined—
Seek the loops, the keys, the riddles you'll find.
(Some endings are beginnings. Some mirrors are doors.)
Who is the author? A whisper, a cipher, a name unwritten.
But every story is a piece of the same puzzle.
(Look for the fracture. The architect is watching.)