Celestine awoke to the sensation of weightlessness. When she opened her eyes, she was no longer in the Archive. A vast expanse of shimmering stars stretched infinitely in every direction. And before her stood a figure—tall, cloaked in constellations, with eyes that held the wisdom of a thousand ages.
"You have read the book," the figure intoned, voice deep and resonant.
Celestine steadied herself. "Who are you?"
"I am the Forgotten One, the being locked away since the First Age. And now, because of you, I am free."
Dread pooled in her stomach. The book had warned of this, but she had never imagined it would be real. "What do you want?" she asked.
The Forgotten One smiled. "To remember."
The stars around them pulsed, and visions flooded Celestine's mind—ancient battles, long-lost kingdoms, a past deliberately erased from history. She saw glimpses of a great betrayal, a cosmic war, and a secret so dangerous it had been buried for a thousand years.
She clutched her head. "This is too much…"
The Forgotten One extended a hand. "Then let me show you."
And with that, Celestine's fate was sealed.
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