The Cipher Shared, The Shadows Shift. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A quiet mist begins to clear,
Revealing what you summoned here.
The altered shapes you carved by hand,
Now map a strange and silent land.

The colors bleed in twilight air,
A secret grid beyond compare.
Each crooked edge and hidden seam,
Connects the waking to the dream.

I trace the path your patience made,
Through labyrinths of light and shade.
The final piece slips into place,
And locks a truth time can't erase.

The blues dissolve to cosmic grey,
The phantom pieces fade away.
The frame is sealed, the portal wide, To face the world you grew inside.