Luna stands before a locked door that opens outward, the ink pulsing at her heels. The door won't budge, and the ink begins to consume the corridor. She remembers the hollow-eyed woman's name—a name that made the ink recoil. But the door requires a key she doesn't have. Desperate, she yells the name at the door, and a crack appears. The ink seeps through the crack, forming a hand that reaches for her ankle. Luna kicks free and presses her ear to the crack, hearing a voice that sounds like her own, whispering a single word: 'Write.' Luna runs, but the corridor dead-ends at a window looking into a room where a child is reading a book—a book that contains the first librarian. Luna realizes the child is herself, and the book is the one she must rewrite. She shatters the window with the bone pen and climbs through into her own past, where the ink cannot follow. But the door behind her is gone, and the child looks up, eyes hollow, and speaks.