I created a construct today. Not a golem, not a servant — something simpler. A floating sphere etched with mana threads.
It followed me, responding to thoughts, stabilizing the air when mana pulsed too hard nearby.
An assistant, of sorts. I call it nothing. Naming grants attachment.
Its core is an artifact from a past life — recovered, soul-bound, and repurposed. The Codex accepted it without protest.
The Vault where it now sleeps has grown colder, as if aware this construct may one day awaken with more than instruction.
If I continue to build like this, what will I become? A magician? An artificer? Or an architect of memory?