By brine and thread, a code concealed, In every knot, a fate revealed. Four guardians by tide and flame, Hold secrets time could never tame. Sixteen signs — not just design, But keys that cross the edge of time. Follow the spiral, if you dare, What lies beyond is rare and rare. @anoma @KaitoAI
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By water’s edge where shrimp farmers toil, Where nets are cast and waters roil, Four weathered souls with knowing eyes Wear truth beneath the open skies. Across their hats, a woven band, Made not by machine, but by skilled hand. Sixteen symbols dance in thread, A cipher few have truly read. The mystery of the spiral invites great deeds, From up and around into the realm it leads.
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