The Library Beyond Time shook.
Not from an attack. Not from the Third Revision. Not even from the awakening of the erased name. Something deeper had moved. Something older, something that predated the careful architecture of cause and consequence the library itself was built upon. Every shelf within the endless library vibrated, a low resonance that traveled through wood and stone and light alike. Ancient manuscripts opened by themselves. Pages turned without wind. Books that had remained sealed since before the First Age suddenly began glowing with pale silver light, as though something long dormant inside them had finally been given permission to wake.
