Luna stands in the cell of mirrors, her true name forgotten, as the child writes faster and the mirrors crack. The hollow-eyed woman's shadow warns of erasure. Luna searches fractured memories—a childhood bedroom, a library card, a name whispered in a dream—but each recollection dissolves into ink. She realizes the ink has been rewriting her from the beginning, and the only way to find her name is to stop searching and let it surface. As the mirrors shatter, Luna closes her eyes and hears a voice—her own, from before the library—speak the name she lost. The ink recoils, and Luna steps through a mirror into a version of the library she has never seen: one where the shelves are empty, the windows show a gray sky, and the only sound is a single page turning. She follows the sound to a desk where a woman sits with her back turned, writing in a book that glows. The woman speaks without turning—'You remember your name, but do you remember why you came here?' Luna wakes in the chair, Elara beside her, the key warm in her hand, and the hollow-eyed woman stands in the doorway. 'The story is almost finished,' she says. 'But the ending was never yours to write.'