The Codex has developed a rhythm. When I sleep, it hums. When I focus, it opens new paths.
Today I found a corridor with floating shelves — artifacts I do not recall creating. Dreams, perhaps. Prototypes. Echoes.
I touched one, and it dissolved. Not in dust, but in light. The Codex accepted it into the vault. A ghost tool, now made real.
I wonder what else I've left for myself that I've yet to discover.