The Oracle of JOTE

A crowned face rises from a sea of midnight blue,
one fierce eye open – watching, knowing, seeing through.
In crimson and gold, in pink and flame,
a kingdom of symbols whispers its name.
Triangles bow like teeth to the dark,
a golden beast prowls, bearing its mark.
Doors that lead nowhere, crosses that speak,
a sun bursts below – blazing, oblique.
Woven in mystery, stitched into myth,
half god, half riddle, half truth, half gift.
And at the foot of it all, one word sewn in thread –
JOTE – a name, a spell, a prayer left unsaid.

Object number

095.0901