Cosmic Ruler

Chapter 664: Ambiguity LIV

The stars were watching.

Not from above, but from within—shadows of burned-out timelines watching through seams in reality, blinking in and out like uncertain punctuation. The Vale no longer slept. It waited, cradled between what had come and what could no longer be undone.

And in the center, beneath the waking sky, the Book Without Pages remained open.

It did not flutter.

It did not hum.

It listened.

Jevan stood beside the girl—no longer quite sure if she was child or conduit—and watched as letters began to form in the space between nothing and meaning. They didn’t come from ink. They came from decision. From defiance.

From something older than endings.

He could barely read them.

They weren’t written in a language he knew.

They were written in will.

And each time a phrase surfaced, the world adjusted—like a breath held too long, finally exhaled.

“She’s not writing,” Elowen whispered, approaching from behind, voice taut with unease. “She’s remembering something that hasn’t happened yet.”

“That’s not possible,” Jevan said.

“That’s not the problem,” Elowen replied. “The problem is… it’s working.”

The girl tilted her head.

The Book didn’t show stories the way the others had.

It wasn’t a record of events.

It was a seed.

And it was taking root.

She could feel it curling around her thoughts, not corrupting them—but echoing them, asking permission. Not as a tool, not as a weapon, but as something closer to companionship.

Her voice barely broke the silence.

“I see a path.”

Jevan stepped forward. “Where does it lead?”