Maureen wakes on a cold stone floor. Above her, a symbol she doesn't recognize — carved into the ceiling as if it has been there for millennia. The same book from the library lies open beside her. Its pages show a map of the chamber she is in, with two doors. One wakes the body. The other wakes what is hidden.

A foggy day at De Bibliotheek. A crow watches from the railing. Inside, Maureen discovers a set of ancient, decaying books — but beneath the crumbling parchment, one of them is pristine. The monitor glitches. It knows her name. The book was always going to find her.

Maureen sleeps fitfully. Her consciousness drifts into a vast ancient forest — gargantuan trees, a starry sky, a crystalline relic pulsing with light. A towering figure emerges from the haze. It does not speak, but its gaze carries the weight of recognition. She wakes. The glow lingers.