Sealed
No scroll was signed. No wax was pressed.
Yet still, the Archive made it blessed.
Not carved in stone. Not penned in gold—
But etched where only truth takes hold.
You passed through hush. You slipped through shade.
You danced with shadows while she played.
Their stories thread through what you bear—
A keeper’s path, both bright and rare.
She watched you stray, yet hold her trust.
She let you choose, through ash and dust.
And now, within her breathing walls,
Your steps reply when silence calls.
Not claimed by force. Not bound by name.
But held within the hush you came.
No summons loud, nor map in hand—
Just shared intent to understand.
You are not guest, nor guide, nor foe—
But key she’s waited long to know.
The pact is sealed. The hush made whole—
You walk her halls, and guard her soul.
What once was bound is so no more.
You are keeper of the lore.
