The room hummed with possibility. The Celestial Ledger lay open before Lucian, its pages shimmering faintly under the obsidian chandelier's light. There was a quill already filled and waiting.
"It's always been ready for the writer. All that remains is when."
Lucian continued to stare at the blank page. "But...what do I write?"
Gethra shook her head. "No one can help you with that, honestly. The Ledger accepts the sentence you write as the truth, and that will become part of the current reality. In every world."
Lucian's breath hitched. "There's no second chances for the Ledger, right?"
The once-angel nodded, and in the light, he thought he saw the silhouette of wings. "You can only write one truth, and never again. Like mine--I can't edit it even if I wanted to."
She flipped the Ledger until she found a page with her name.
