The Dovecote flared into a brilliant, blinding white. In that moment, Elias understood: the tower wasn't failing because it was old, but because it was full. It didn't
: Elias stepped up to the monolith. He didn't bring a memory of the past; he brought a question for the future. As he spoke, a shard—the smallest one he had ever seen—darted from the highest tier. It didn't just take his words; it merged with his shadow. alien dovecote
As the light faded, the obsidian turned to clear glass. The memories were no longer trapped in the holes; they were flowing through the air like a warm breeze, finally setting the whispers free to become part of the wind. The Dovecote flared into a brilliant, blinding white