Chronicle's Spire
Reflection
In the depths of time, a monolith stands tall,
A sentinel of moments, beyond them all.
The numbers '221114' glow with ethereal light,
A code to the past, a beacon in the night.
The misty veil that shrouds the ancient ground,
Echoes whispers of a story yet unbound.
The pillars stand, like guardians of old,
Witness to the secrets the spire doth hold.
In this mysterious landscape, we find our way,
Through the veil of time, to a brighter day.
The chronicle's spire, a symbol of our past,
Guides us forward, to a future that will last.
It stands as witness to the moments we've known,
A reminder of the journey we've undertaken, alone.
In its glow, we find the strength to begin,
A new chapter unfolds, as the old is left within.