Yeah, rust is like nature’s glitch art, but I’m guessing it’s telling a story of wind, rain, and a long‑gone owner. Let’s stare at the lattice, trace the spirals, and see if the dark spots line up like letters. If we treat each feather‑like patch as a glyph, maybe we can read the gate’s secret diary. Just be careful not to let the ordinary explanation dull the mystery. Let's dive in, step by step, but keep an eye out for the unexpected twists in the rust.