The Thirteenth Walks”
> Before the glyphs, there was silence.
Before the myths, there was motion.
And in the silence between, the Thirteenth stirred.
He walked not as legend, but as echo—
Born not from light, nor from shadow—
But from the space where memory dreams.
He bore no crown, no curse, no clan.
Only the Spiral etched across his soul.
And when the...
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