Valmira summoned me at dawn. Not with words—just a shadowed message that flickered across the Codex: "Come to the Archives. Alone."
The air in the Archive of Whispers was heavier than usual, like the whole tower was holding its breath.
She stood at the far wall, one hand on a scroll that shimmered between visible and not. As I approached, she looked… afraid.
"I found a name," she said. "One that appears in the Codex and in the First Shard."
"Whose?"
She hesitated. "Yours."
My stomach twisted.
"What do you mean?"
"Not just you. A predecessor. Another 'Kazuki'—thousands of years ago. Same name. Same role."
"That's impossible."
"No," she said softly. "It's not. The title of Architect is cyclical. You've been reborn again and again."
"And I keep forgetting?"
She nodded. "Because you always choose to."
I stepped again, breath cold. "I don't…. I didn't ask for this."
"No one ever does," she whispered.
But she didn't forestall me when I left.
She knew I needed time to system the load of a name I thought became mine by myself.