Sacred Fragments

Introduction

Across the ruins of forgotten towers and the silence of a divided Church, fragments remain. Some are lore. Some are lament. All are fire-traced and burden-born.

These are the words the Watchman could not keep quiet.

Welcome to a sacred archive—drawn from The Scroll of the Seven Watchtowers and A House Divided.

The Ember Knows Your Name

The fire does not beg for stage lights.
It does not speak to be liked.
It finds dry altars.
And it burns what refuses to bow.

The Watchman warned them.
But the Tower had already fallen asleep.

The Scroll That Refused to Burn

They threw it in the fire.
But the words would not turn to ash.
Truth may flicker,
but it does not die.

The silence after was louder than the flames.

When the Tower Prayed Too Late

They prayed—but only after the doors closed.
They wept—but only when the Watchman fell silent.

Repentance should not wait for ruins.

The Watchman's Silence Was Louder Than Fire

He did not argue.
He only watched.
And when he spoke,
the towers trembled.