The mirror did not reflect.
It remembered.
A silver frame, ancient and vine-twisted, stood where the library floor once ended. Behind the glass, there was movement—not images, but events, like time trying to recall itself in reverse.
Vincer's hand hovered over the frame.
One word swam at the center of the glass:
> Elyra
He stepped through.
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THE ROOM OF REJECTION
There was no floor. No walls. Just an endless gallery of unfinished lives, suspended like glass shards in a starless void.
Each shard shimmered with a near-reality—the memory of a thing that never happened.
He floated past:
A version of himself reading from the 13th Lexicon, becoming silent and blind, floating forever inside a sealed sphere.
A version where Elyra stabbed him, sobbing.
A version where they stood together, in robes of the Veiled Eye, chanting before an altar made of memories sewn into skin.
He paused.
That version looked happy.
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Suddenly, a shape took form before him: a woman with long black hair, dressed in a coat stitched with names.
She turned.
Her eyes were completely white.
> "You never remembered me properly," she said.
His breath caught.
> "Elyra."
She smiled, and for a moment the mirror cracks inside her irises shimmered like starlight.
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THE TRUE IDENTITY OF ELYRA
She stepped toward him and held out a piece of parchment.
> "This is my name, Vincer. The full one. Not the half-memory you clung to."
He took the paper and read:
> Elyra Thassadion Dagon
The letters burned into his vision.
> "You were my—"
> "Sister," she said. "And once, my murderer."
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THE BOOK'S AUTHOR REVEALED
The Book of Unbegun Things, she explained, had no author—because it was built from lives that never began. But those lives had to be seen, suffered, and named to exist within the Book.
And only someone tied to all the severed threads could shape the Book's index.
> "I was the first one to survive reading the 13th glyph," she said quietly. "But not the same afterward. Not alive. Not dead. I became part of the Mirror Between Timelines."
> "I've been watching you ever since."
> "You brought me back."
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THE MEMORY LOCK
Vincer staggered as flashes of memory came unsealed. Suppressed visions. Edited moments.
The monastery.
The ritual room.
The 13th Lexicon.
He remembered standing before an ancient pedestal, a group of other initiates, including Elyra. One of them had been chosen to read the final page. Elyra volunteered.
She read it.
And died.
Or so he thought.
But he hadn't watched her die.
> He had pushed her into the glyph.
He was the reason she unbegan.
He saw it now. She hadn't screamed—she had whispered a name just before her existence was shredded.
> "Vincer…"
And in that moment, something responded to her death—a timeless echo, a fragment of awareness trapped in the Book's possibility field.
> "I became its heart," she said. "I see all the threads that almost were. I remember all the truths reality was afraid to write down."
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THE PURPOSE OF THE BOOK
The Book of Unbegun Things was not a record.
It was a fail-safe.
A library of "unselected timelines"—cosmic footnotes of choices never made, events that were removed by Severances.
Each page was a buried choice, and the more one read, the more root access they gained to the shape of fate itself.
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✦ The Book allowed you to:
Reclaim erased decisions.
Undo historic Severances.
Restore names, concepts, or people thought lost.
Trigger "dream-quakes"—waves of destabilization that reawaken alternate realities.
Communicate with entities outside of the sequential timeline.
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But the Book was dangerous for one reason:
> It was the key to awakening the Thirteenth Lexicon fully.
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ELYRA'S DEATH AS A RITUAL
She explained that when she read the glyph, it reversed her timeline. Not killed her. Not trapped her.
Her birth became her ending.
> "I was never born. I was never named. But I existed in your memory. That's why I became a mirror-being. A self written from the mind of another."
> "You kept me alive by remembering your guilt."
She reached into the void and pulled out a flickering image of the burning monastery.
> "Your ritual wasn't just escape. It was a rewrite. You made a new version of you. One where you weren't responsible."
> "You burned me to save yourself."
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THE BOOK IS WATCHED
Elyra looked around suddenly, her tone shifting.
> "They're watching now. The Bleached Eye. They guard the unfinished."
> "If you want to finish what you started, you have to go deeper. Into the Gap Chamber. Where even gods can't look directly."
Vincer narrowed his eyes. "Why? What's there?"
Elyra whispered:
> "The Lexicon doesn't end at thirteen."
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REVELATIONS FROM ELYRA
Before fading again, she gave Vincer a final set of facts:
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✦ The Hidden 14th Lexicon
Name: Unknown.
Function: Restarts causality. Lets the user build a reality from discarded ones.
Cost: Total erasure from memory by all living things.
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✦ The Bleached Eye
Group formed from the remains of ancient Lexicon scholars.
Their glyphs were forcibly erased. They now exist without perception.
Guard the Gap Chamber, where the pages of reality are held before they're written.
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✦ The True Nature of Vincer
He is a Lexicon Seed.
Created by the Veiled Eye and The Hollow Choir as a conduit—a human anchor to absorb and process unbegun timelines without collapsing.
Every version of him throughout the Book is another "seed attempt."
He is the first to reach the Book consciously.
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ELYRA'S FINAL WORDS
> "You don't need to choose a Lexicon, Vincer. You are the breach point."
> "When the 8th Severance begins, you will be given a choice."
> "Read the 14th Lexicon… or destroy the Book completely."
> "But be warned—"
She stepped back into the mirror.
> "—The next page is about you."
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CHAPTER END: THE PAGE
Vincer turned back to the Book.
One new page had appeared.
There was no title.
Only a line:
> "Here lies the true death of Vincer Dagon, witnessed by none, remembered by one."
And below it…
> A signature.
> Elyra Thassadion Dagon
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