Incinerated and smoky, this typeface drifts through soot and smog, its eroding strokes echoing the obscurity left by the fire. Characters fade like memories of stone worn thin, yet bold fragments remain, standing firm like the strongest parts of St Giles that endured the flames.
Ash in the air, letters stripped bare.
Smoke in the night, fragments hold tight.
Where shadows fall, some strokes still stand tall.