Today I questioned mana. Not aloud. In thought.
I asked why it collects. Why it remembers.
The response was slow, uncertain. As if the question had never been asked before.
Eventually, I felt a pull from within the Codex. A page turned itself.
On it was a single phrase: 'So that I might become more than power.'
I still do not know if that was mana's voice or my own reflection.