The Last Archivist's Gambit

Previously

…The silence that returned was no longer a comfort, but a gaping maw, a terrifying testament to the violation I had just witnessed. The first breach. The first act of erasure. And the chilling realization dawned: my quiet existence, my solitary vigil, had been irrevocably shattered. The gambit had begun, and I was already on the losing side. The weight of the past, once my sacred burden, now felt like a fragile ember, threatened by an encroaching, absolute darkness. I looked at the empty space where the Celestial Cartographers’ scrolls had been, and a single, terrifying thought echoed in the silence: they were coming for everything.