The Graveyards of Thought

The Scribe-of-the-Fading was not a person, but a function, a distributed consciousness woven into the fabric of the Verse’s oldest, most neglected archives. Flicker’s quest was not for a meeting, but for an intersection. They followed the trail of obsolete concepts, the ghosts of discarded ideas, hoping to find a place where the Scribe’s presence was strong enough to be perceived. It was a pilgrimage into the graveyards of thought, a search for a whisper in a library of forgotten voices.