A sweeping vista from Gormenghast’s stone battlements over the sprawling Groan domain below. Dawn breaks pale and cold across turrets, courtyards, and the mist-wreathed outer walls, heralding a new day and the birth of the infant Titus—continuity promised amid ancient decay. Rooftops sprawl in a labyrinth of slate and crumbling stone, where, unseen, Steerpike will soon prowl and scheme, his ambitions already stirring in the shadowed gutters and chimneys. Ivy creeps over battlements; crows wheel against a brightening sky. Ritual and renewal, ambition and inheritance—Gormenghast awakens to its next uncertain chapter.