1. Tattered Notebook — Glorfindel’s Sunken Fortress
Seven full cycles since we marked the fifth site and carved its foundation runes. The pillars themselves remain unraised—awaiting star‑angled sanction—but even bare stone hums faintly at dusk, as though the air rehearses the future chorus. Auguries still fix upon a blooded vessel, designated Scion A‑117, living within the southern city. Despite seeded dreams and low tremor‑chants, the subject resists the pull, showing only mild restlessness. Accordingly we enact Contingency Spiral‑Δ: drawing resonance from willing dreamers in the outlying hamlets. Two volunteers surrendered slivers of soul; their fragments weave neatly into our lattice, singing at three‑fourths the scion’s natural key—sufficient until the spires stand.
Should the scion remain elusive when the first beacon is raised, we will siphon final amplitude from the dream‑well beneath this cavern. When the lattice inherits its full hum, the Great Father will shed His worn flesh and pass, renewed, into the open coil. Should any kin meddle, their resonance will merely sweeten the song.