A rift opened in the northern sky. Mana bent sharply around it, like wind redirecting from a mountain.
I did not cause it, but I felt drawn.
What I found was… nothing. A hole in space. No magic. No thought.
The Codex would not record what I saw. Only the sound: a hum that echoed backwards.
I left a marker there, etched with a thought: 'Not all silence is peace.'