At last, the veil lifted. Master Aven, whose reign brought shadow and sorrow, meets the one truth he cannot rewrite:

Darkness must yield to the Hopelight.

A fitting epilogue, written in flame.

Though confined to separate cells, the prisoners were not truly isolated — for only through cooperation, clear discourse, and mutual trust could the dungeon be unmade. Each solution required not solitude, but symphony. In Darkspyre, survival favors those unitied.

This piece exemplifies The Keeper’s more somber inclinations — an interplay of ambiguous solids and mirrored distortion, where perception becomes both puzzle and parable. The solution is not merely mechanical, but thematic, reflecting a story steeped in loss and the echo of choices long past. It is, as ever, not the answer alone that matters… but what it costs to reach it.

A simulacrum he may be, imperfect in craft and curious in cadence — yet none could question the purity of his purpose. In Friendly Man, we find not flaw, but fidelity; not confusion, but courage clothed in cracked veneer. A truer companion, even when forged in error, one could scarcely hope to summon.

Ah, a most radiant construction — beams of light refracted through crystalline geometry, aligning not merely with numbers, but with narrative. A clever flourish from The Keeper…