The Library burns—but it does not die. It breathes.
[The Entrance Hall]
Yohan stands before the grand archway, smoke curling through the air like whispers that refuse to fade. The marble floor beneath him fractures in slow motion, glowing faintly red with each heartbeat.
The sigils on the walls twist, rearranging themselves into words that form as he steps forward:
"You should not be here."
His shadow stretches unnaturally, splitting into two, three, then none. The mirrors on either side ripple, showing glimpses of his nightmare—Ciel's reflection flickers before being consumed by flame.
Yohan (low, controlled): "I didn't come here to wake. I came here to remember."
A thousand books ignite in response.
[The Seers' Chamber]
The Seers kneel around a broken circle. Their hoods are torn; their eyes are bleeding light.
First Seer: "He's crossed the Veil."
Second Seer: "Then time will unravel. The Thread is no longer ours to weave."
The Third Seer stumbles to the altar where the "Record of Dreams" lies open—its pages blank. Every word about fate erased.
Third Seer (terrified): "He's rewriting it as he walks."
A deep rumble shakes the chamber. Dust and paper rain down from above.
[Intercut: Yohan & the Seers]
Yohan's steps echo through the hall. The Seers chant rises again, desperate.
Seers (chanting):
"By ink, by thread, by dream, be bound!"
But Yohan stops walking. He closes his eyes.
The flames die instantly, frozen mid-motion.
Yohan (quietly): "You can't bind what no longer dreams."
With a flick of his hand, the chant collapses—turning into silence. The Seers gasp, choking as their own power is torn from their throats, disintegrating into red dust.
[The Mirror of Origins]
At the heart of the Library lies a mirror taller than any door, framed in bone and gold. It hums like a heartbeat.
Yohan approaches slowly.
In the reflection, he sees every version of himself—child, warrior, killer, savior. And behind them all, Ciel.
"You'll find me when the dream ends," she had said once.
He touches the mirror.
It ripples.
For a heartbeat, the flames turn blue.
[The Final Reflection]
The Seers watch from a distance, trembling.
First Seer: "He's… merging both worlds."
Second Seer: "No. He's becoming both."
As Yohan steps through the mirror, reality bends—half Library, half Dreamscape.
The red sky folds inward like paper catching fire.
The Library breathes once more… and exhales light.
Final Beat:
Ciel's voice returns—soft, fading.
"Yohan… you finally remembered."
He opens his eyes.
And in that moment, the dream becomes real.