Section One
In the hollow chambers beneath the forgotten aeon‑temple, the Initiates record the passages of shifting light. Each sigil carved into the stone is said to echo the breath of an age before memory, when silence was not absence but language. Those who walk the Spiral Path speak of the Ember Gate — a threshold glimpsed only when the air grows still and the dust stirs of its own accord. No chronicle has ever captured its form; no scholar has agreed on its purpose. Yet still they seek it, believing that within its flicker lies a truth not meant to be held, only approached. Here begins your own pilgrimage. The scrolls are blank, awaiting the marks you choose to make. The hidden geometry reveals itself only to movement, and you have already taken the first step.