The Akashic Records.
I had been here before, in a way. Years ago, dying, I had burned the Mortis Lucida scroll Meilyn gave me and woken in this library to save Luna. "Library" was too small a word even then for the size of it, knowledge stacked on knowledge until the shelves disappeared upward into a light that had no source.
Back then I was a tourist. This time I was coming in through the wall.
Mortis Lucida. Death through enlightenment. A spell far beyond the Ninth Circle, squeezed down into a single-use scroll: a door to Akasha and her Records. It had never obeyed the efficiency laws I had spent a whole evening correcting for Charlotte. Meilyn had believed Akasha made it herself. Looking at it now with Divine eyes, I could see whose hands had really built it.
