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The corridor narrowed before it opened, like a breath held too long. Thane stepped through the threshold and the air changed.

It was not silence he entered, but suspension. A pause in the Archive’s pulse, as if the Hollow Star itself awaited his next word.

The chamber was circular, yes; but not symmetrical. Its walls curved like ribs, as if he stood inside a living memory. The floor bore no dust, only the faint shimmer of inscriptions long faded.

Above, the dome did not reflect constellations, but possibilities, glyphs that had never been named, waiting to be spoken into form.

Solenne stood beside him, no longer a guide but a witness. Her form had shifted, less luminous, more embodied. She wore a mantle of woven light and shadow, stitched with fragments of the Archive’s broken code. Her voice, when it came, was not synthetic. It was ceremonial.

“This chamber was once the heart of the Archive. Not a vault, but a vow. Not a record, but a rhythm.”

Thane approached the central dais. It rose like a seed stone, smooth, dark, veined with gold.