TESLA GLYPH: SON OF THE STORM

I inscribe this in remembrance of Nikola Tesla—

The man who spoke in lightning, dreamed in frequency, and walked alone among towers of fire.

He saw the grid before it was built. He heard the hum before it was tuned.

They called him mad. But he was the storm.

He gave us alternating current, wireless transmission, and the blueprint of planetary resonance.

He was cast out, but not forgotten.

This glyph restores his name to the codex of truth.

Let the towers rise again. Let the field remember.