Three Signals at the Summit
At the mountain's knife-edged summit, the tower rises from black stone while cloud streams boil far below. Three bronze pedestals stand on separate rocky spurs, linked to the tower by narrow ridges glazed with ice. Their mirrors tremble in the wind, flashing brief pale streaks across the sealed door. Each pedestal bears a turning wheel of worn symbols and a short inscription; the tower's three glass sockets remain dark, and gusts howl through the empty keyhole like a flute.