Codex Entry 22: The Shifting Vault
The Vault has begun to hum.
Not from artifacts, but from the Codex itself. Its walls shift. Its halls evolve.
I no longer open doors — they appear before I ask.
One room now mirrors my thoughts. I think of flight, and the walls show skies. I think of my deaths, and it dims.
This is no longer just a place of storage. It is a reflection of self.
And I am still changing.