The page turned.
No wind had touched it.
No hand had moved it.
Yet the crisp sound echoed through the endless room as though the universe itself had inhaled.
Linh looked down.
The words that had filled every sheet only moments before had vanished.
The paper was blank again.
Not erased.
Waiting.
She gently placed the fountain pen back onto the desk.
Immediately, it rolled to the center of the wooden surface and stopped.
Perfectly still.
Outside the small room, the Library remained silent.
Khang paced before the invisible barrier.
"I don't like this."
Emily folded her arms.
"You've said that three times."
"And I mean it more each time."
Professor Nguyen never looked away from the glowing door.
"I've stopped trying to explain what's happening."
Hope smiled faintly.
"That
