The Lunari advanced in steady formation, their silhouettes gliding like pale flames through the vast, starless void. Thalira Luna let the heaviness in her chest fall away and fixed her attention on the goal ahead.
Guided by their pathfinding skills, they drifted on for a time until something peculiar broke the uniform darkness. At first, it was only a shape, a wrongness in the emptiness. Then the shape resolved, and Thalira's eyes widened.
"This…" Her voice thinned to a breath as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing.
It was not another floating islet like the ones they had passed. Suspended in the middle of nothing, a colossal book hung motionless, as if an invisible hand had set it there and abandoned it to the dark.
It looked to be around 20 meters long and 15 meters wide. A strange brown leather bound its cover, the surface rough and age-cracked; beneath that closed lid, the tome was thick, its edges yellowed like paper left too long in the sun.
