The blank page shimmered in Aria’s hands.
At first it seemed ordinary.
No symbols.
No hidden power.
No ancient prophecy.
Just an empty page.
Yet as she looked closer, she realized why the Weaver feared it.
For the first time since the birth of existence, something existed beyond prediction.
Beyond calculation.
Beyond destiny.
The Unwritten Future.
The Dreamer stepped back.
His workshop began fading into silver mist.
"The choice is yours now."
Aria looked up.
"Will I see you again?"
The old man smiled.
"Every time someone imagines a better tomorrow."
Then he vanished.
The workshop disappeared.
The Chamber of Beginnings dissolved around her.
And Aria returned to the Citadel of Origins.
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Chaos awaited her.
The Sea of Threads was collapsing.
Entire timelines unravel
