Those runes are the city’s own graffiti, a random mix of symbols from bored teens and street artists. I’ve spent nights tracing them and trying to find a pattern—most times it’s just a kid’s doodle or a random homage to some old myth. The truth is, the walls aren’t hiding a grand secret language; they’re a living map of who’s been here, who’s been feeling. If there’s a hidden code, it’s probably in the way the bricks align, not in the runes themselves. So keep your eyes peeled, but don’t wait for a full-on ancient tome on concrete.