The silence in the Olympus Library was not ordinary silence. It wasn't the quiet of absence, but the kind that hummed with restrained knowledge, ancient secrets, and truths too powerful to speak aloud. Aphrodite's footsteps echoed gently as she stepped past the towering marble columns and into the heart of the sacred archive. The polished floor beneath her sandals reflected the candlelight in soft golden hues, but she hardly noticed. Her heart was beating a little faster than usual.