Aurora glanced at Edith first before stepping into the room, her maidservant following close behind with a hesitant look.
The chamber was far from dark—lanterns glowed softly in every corner, their warm light flickering across shelves, tables, and the peculiar sight that immediately drew both women's attention.
"What is this?" Aurora whispered, almost to herself, as her gaze swept across the walls.
Every inch was plastered with sheets of paper, layered one over the other in a haphazard yet deliberate manner.
Some were covered in flowing script, others marked with strange diagrams that looked almost like constellations, while a few had nothing but bold strokes that seemed chaotic at first glance.
Aurora leaned closer, her delicate fingers brushing the edge of one page as her brows furrowed.
The symbols were beautiful but foreign, a language she could not recognize.
They seemed to whisper secrets just beyond her grasp, and she felt a faint shiver run down her spine.
