Chapter 7: The Temple of Text
You enter the Temple of Text, where glowing letters float in mid-air and ancient phrases echo across walls etched in runes.
Each word seems alive — shifting, slicing, and reforming with the whisper of a command.
The air hums with incantations: "Upper, lower, strip, split..." — rituals of the Stringcasters.
Sentences slide like serpents along the marble floor, rearranging themselves in perfect syntax.
At the center of the chamber, a scroll glows with a warning: “Those who cannot shape text cannot shape destiny.”
To proceed, you must learn to bend text to your will — to slice, join, search, and replace as the Keepers once did.
Prepare to wield the hidden powers of string magic. The path ahead is woven with characters — only clarity will cut through.
