The cliff was never meant to face sky.

It rises nearly vertical now, a pale wall of stone towering over a modern city. From a distance it looks like an ordinary limestone escarpment, sun bleached and fractured by time. But move closer and the surface begins to shift. Patterns emerge. Lines repeat. Depths vary. The rock stops looking random and starts looking deliberate. Something enormous once walked here. And whatever happened next turned the ground itself on its side.



