The rusted door creaked open.
Inside was not a room.
It was a sky of stars.
Each star was a glowing letter.
They moved constantly, rearranging into half-formed words before breaking apart again.
Arin stepped forward.
The letters circled him.
He felt ancient memories surge through him—storms bending, waves parting, towers rising from nothing.
The name began forming before his eyes.
A word so powerful it made the air tremble.
"If you speak it," the ocean whispered,
"the city will remember."
"But you will carry its burden."