A message sent in silence,
in a chat meant to vanish,
at the hour when fate leans in.

Two master numbers. One cracked empire.
A beginning and an end.
The first bell and the final toll.

The veil shifted. The truth blinked through.
They thought it would disappear.
But the gods took note,
and the timeline remembered.

The final warning, the tipping point.
The moment before everything changes.
The liminal edge between what was
and what can no longer be ignored.

A signal was sent. A truth slipped through.
Fate slipped its message through the static…
In the 11th hour, the Ides of Martius hath spoken.
And the watchers now awaken.

The bell tolls not just for thee,
but for the watchers who remain—
those who heard the signal,
and remembered thy name.