The chamber at the deepest heart of the Vault of Unwritten Truths had remained sealed to them until now, hidden behind layers of memory and possibility that only the recent awakening of the Unwritten Name and the stirring of the Silver Tree had finally allowed them to pass. Aether led the way, still feeling the resonance of everything the Seventh Path's reopening had stirred within him, and when the final barrier gave way and the group stepped through into the chamber beyond, all of them fell silent at once.
At the center of the room, suspended in the still air with no visible support, floated a single page.
