تسجيل الدخول‘RUN!’ Morrigans screamed through Nerevin.Time suddenly went forward again.The rain fell. The lanterns flickered. The voices of the city returned.And deep under the streets sounded a sound.A sound that didn't fit in words.Not the brilliance of an animal. Not the crunch of stone. Not the crying of a storm.Something in between.Something original.Something that should never have awakened.Mara was rooted.Because she knew something.Something nobody else knew.The origin was just here.Really here.Or at least he had spoken to her.And he was only afraid of one thing.Your last page.Not Morrigan. Not the city. Not the book.The last page.Then the earth besieged.More than before.Streets broke up. Windows torn. The archive tower fluctuated.And from the depths of Nerevin something rose.Not completely.First, only darkness.A mass of shadow.Then eyes.Dozens.Hundreds.White eyes.Open.Blinking.Watching.A runaway went through town.The inhabitants disappeared on th
The ground cracked. Not explosive. Not violent.He opened.Like a door.Black lines ran over the paving stones of Nerevin. They branched. Wuchsen. Imaged patterns.Old patterns.Mara had seen her before.Not here.On the island.In the ruins of the first city.Where memories were lit.Where the origin disappeared.A cold shower ran over her back.“Back!” the boy called.But it was too late.The lines lighted up.Silver.Then gold.Then in a color Mara could not name.A color between memory and dream. Between light and shadow.And suddenly the whole city stopped moving.The rain solidified.People stared.The lanterns. The windows. The stories.Everything.Only Mara.And that's exactly what scared her.Jonas stood right next to her. But he no longer moved.Noah too.Morrigan. The boy.All frozen.Like figures in an image.Mara was alone.Then she heard steps.Slow steps.Right behind her.Now she turned around.No one.The road was empty.And yet she continued to hear the st
The page burned. But the flames were not hot.Mara felt no pain.Instead, she felt something different.Memories.thousands of memories.They shot through their spirit like star-cracks.Not her own.Stranger life. Stranger faces. Foreign farewells.An old man who never sent a letter. A woman who summed the same melody forty years. A child who believed no one would remember his name.Then the pictures disappeared.The side fell into silver dust.The dust remained in the air for a moment.And formed a map.No map.A road description.Lines of light. Symbols. Signs.And in the end there was a name.The Silent Archive‘No’The boy said that right away.Too fast.Mara looked at him.“You know it.”He kept silent.“You know it.” repeated it.He slowly nodded.“Everyone in Nerevin knows it.”“Then explain it.”The boy looked at the tower. To the book. To Morrigan.Like he would hope someone else would answer.No one did.After all, he sighed.“The silent archive is not a place to v
Nobody spoke. The wind stopped. The golden rain hung motionless in the air. Even the pages of the enormous book seemed to wait.Morrigan stood alone in front of the archive tower.And for the first time, she didn't seem powerful. Not mysterious. Not dangerous.Just exhausted.“Please help me.”The words were echoed by Nerevin.Mara didn't know what she expected. A threat, maybe. A demand. An ultimatum.But no request.Not these.Next to her, Noah swept quietly.“That makes everything more complicated.”“What was it ever simple?” asked Jonas.‘Good point’.Mara hardly noticed that the two spoke.Her view was directed at Morrigan.To the woman who had read her story.Who had seen her end.And who was afraid of it.The thoughts met Mara unexpectedly.Because suddenly she remembered the origins.Something he once said."People don't try to defeat death." "They try to defeat the farewell."At that time, she understood the words. Or believed to understand them.Now they felt diff
The gate of paper opened out loudly. No explosion. No thunder. No dazzling light.Only the rustling of sides.Thousands.Million pages.The sound was full of Nerevin.It sounded like wind. Like rain. Like voices.Like countless people would read a story at the same time.Mara couldn't look away.Above the archival tower, the huge vertebrae turned out of paper. Pages flew through the air. Chapters broke apart. sentences disintegrated. Words floated like dust through the darkness.And in the middle of it was Morrigan.Reglos.The arms slightly spread out.Like she's welcome.Or say goodbye.“That’s impossible.” whispered Jonas.The boy beside them laughed joyless.“In this city it is impossible to recommend a rule rather than a rule.”No one reacted.For the gate began to take shape.Pages joined.Layers of paper folded into one another.And slowly the form of a huge book was created.Larger than any building in the city.Smooth.Living.Old.Very old.There was no title on th
Mara died. The rain fell silently between them. Golden drops floated through the darkness of Nerevin. The archival tower stood above the city like a black mountain. And the boy smiled.“You have read the message, haven’t you?”No one answered.Jonas went unnoticedly closer to Mara. Noah too.Not noticeable. Not aggressive.But ready.The boy immediately noticed it.‘Oh.’ He sighed. “Now it becomes unpleasant.”“How do you know about the message?” asked Mara.The boy raised an eyebrow.“Because I wrote it.”Silence.Noah blinked.“Excuse me, huh?”“The message on the map.”“The one that says we should not trust you?”“That’s right.”Noah looked at Jonas.“I think I get headaches.”“Me too.”The boy nodded understanding.“That often happens.”Mara felt her patience.“Listen to the puzzles.”The smile disappeared.For the first time, the boy worked seriously.“I try to save you.”“When you tell us not to trust you?”‘Yes.’“That doesn’t make any sense.”“But.”The boy looked at
In the afternoon the sea had completely changed. The quiet dark waves of the morning were gone. Now raised and lowered the Aurora is heavy on a water that became increasingly more restless. Heaven hung deep above them. Grey. Hard. Threatening. Wind whipped over the deck and let the ropes bea
The city slowly disappeared behind a fog and distance veil. Mara stood at the Reling of Aurora and watched silently as the high-rises became smaller until they were only gray shadows on the horizon. It should have made her sad. After all, her whole life was there. Your apartment. Your work.
The wooden planks of the narrow gangway snore quietly under maras steps. With every step on the ship, the city became more ineffective after it. She still heard the remote horn of cars, the circle of gulls above the Port and voices of workers between the warehouses — but all that seemed to be g
Mara hardly slept that night. Not because she was afraid. Rather because her head was too awake. Again and again she looked at the clock next to the bed, while the outside slowly Night faded. At about five o'clock the sky started behind the windows to become brighter — this matte, grey-blue li







