Born of snow and magic’s hand, Echo breathes, takes in this land. Room thirteen, danger all round- Must be safe, must be sound. Scroll unrolls, master’s letters shine, Teach the hinges hold the line. Count the heartbeats, hold the air, This is the hour - hold your nerve. Draw the mark and speak it true, Let the Weave come breaking through. Hands don’t shake - my fire grows, Light inside me starts to show. Open up and let it flow - I can feel it start. Name the door and make it stay, Wood to iron - hold the way. Here I stand, the spell obeys- Power in my heart. Room holds tight; the city howls, Knives for tongues and eyes like owls. Breathe once more - remember why: Secrets pry the hinge of sky. Vecna lich of hidden doors Turns the world with stolen lore. Friends of mine are far and wide, Hunting shards on every side. Seven pieces, iron sign, Buried under myth and time; When it’s whole, what words are said? How to strike the serpent’s head? Archives murmur, riddles stall I am here to learn it all. Mark the cost and mark the ground, Turn the fear and press it down. One charge burns - remember this: Find the key when parts are one. Still, I’m one against this place - Crowded streets and no known face. I need eyes where I can’t tread, Steps that slip where I’d be dead. Incense lit and circle drawn, Thread and chalk, the night draws on. Breath in time, the whisper clear - Ritual cast: draw him here. Circle set, the incense climbs, Words in cadence, counted times. Find Familiar - hear my call, Step from shadow, cross the wall. Castaneus - small and bright, Spider friend with midnight sight; Eyes and ears where I can’t go, Walk beside me - now we know. Room thirteen holds while the city leans, I won’t break for the gaps between. Write it in ash, write it in bone - I am the echo, yet I am my own. Threads like thunder vein to vein, Quiet strength, a steady rain. Castaneus taps the frame, Two of us and one clear aim. Master’s charge - be the blade he needs; I will learn the way to lead. City of Doors, I’m not afraid, I’ve weighed the cost - the choice is made. Ready now - no turning back, I cut a path and leave my track. Hands don’t shake - I’m burning clear, Run it once, then draw it near. Open wide, let magic in - Run it through again. Say the word, I feel it climb, Stronger, brighter every time; Sigil roars - I hold the line - Nothing stands in my way. My familiar beside me, My magic within me- I am ready. I am Echo.
