Far beyond the Rift, beneath the banners of the Celestial Throne, Grand Diviner Suan opened his eyes.
The incense in the meditation chamber had long since burned out, its smoke coiling like forgotten prayers. His breath was steady, but the tremor in his fingers betrayed the weight of what he'd seen. The stars had shifted—their paths rewritten by something ancient and raw.
The Bound Star had stirred.
The echoes of that awakening still rippled through the tapestry of fate.
"Messenger," he said, his voice soft but absolute.
A golden-robed eunuch stepped forward, head bowed low.
"Summon the Jade Recorders. And prepare the sky scribe ink."
The eunuch hesitated. "You mean to… alter the Scroll of Heavens?"
"I mean to correct it," Suan replied. His gaze lifted toward the high dome above, etched with celestial constellations. "The heavens just remembered something they tried to forget."
The Rift Between Realms — Old Mistshroud Hall
