The moment I stepped deeper into the corridor, the runes moved.
Not just shifted. Not just pulsed.
They peeled away from the stone like petals unfolding in slow motion. The carvings separated into layers of glowing lines that folded backward, exposing new symbols beneath them.
It felt like the walls were blooming.
Every layer unfurled toward me, revealing shapes that felt familiar without being readable. Not language, not images, not exactly symbols. More like pieces of meaning vibrating directly under my skin.
My bones hummed with it.
Leah stumbled after me, eyes huge with a mixture of fascination and horror. “It is rewriting itself around her presence,” she whispered. “I have never seen runes behave like this.”
“Great,” I muttered. “The cave is redecorating for me.”
The runes clo
