The book's pages shimmered once more, and light spilled from every line, swelling until the entire hut blazed like dawn breaking through eternity. The ancient wood groaned under the weight of that radiance, and even the air itself seemed to bend in reverence. Time quivered. The veil between past and future thinned until both existed in a single breath.
Ahce stood at the center of it all, her body trembling, not from fear, but from the overwhelming surge of energy coursing through her veins. Each heartbeat resonated with something vast, something older than the world itself.
Then came the voice. The same voice that had whispered to her in dreams, now clear as thought, deep as eternity.
"You have inherited the Sight, the eyes that walk through the threads of time. What was lost can be seen. What is fated can be changed."
Her breath caught as the world around her dissolved into light. But this time, she did not fall into memory.
She walked through it.
