The Plain Facts, Carved
What It Is
Told in the Seanchaí Tradition
The Build Story
All the wild roads of Cruachan run down into one cave — that is the geographer's true word for the place, and the mythkeeper's too: whatever wanders loose in the province, hound or war-band or swallowed river, arrives at the same dark mouth eventually. The garden's arcade has the same arrangement, and it was not planned so much as noticed: the reels of every untamed world this household has ever gone adventuring in — the forts, the dragoned skies, the long roads of the shootists — all of them, at the last count, drain down to the digger's field, and play quietly beside this stone while Donal does his patient work. The port itself is an act of fidelity under the old GPL covenant: the code came down free, went back out free, and the caves are the same caves, only TypeScript now instead of machine-cold. Fifty-four reels came down the wild roads to this one field, and the field held.
plays alongside: 54 reels
the garden arcade — untamed worlds drain to the digger's field