[Verse 1] Level seventy-three The library remained The books remained The shelves remained The keeper remained
The memory remained Three minutes.
The crew had learned this Several times.
The keeper introduced himself. Again.
Welcome travelers. I am the keeper.
Long silence.
Fable answered immediately.
We know.
Excellent. Have we met?
[Pre-Chorus] Echo sighed. Glimmer flashed nervously. Rumble accidentally moved a shelf. Drift was arriving From an earlier conversation. Pebble was talking to books.
Everything proceeded Normally.
[Chorus] Book of Ila Somewhere in the stacks Book of Ila Hidden in the past The answers written down The answers out of reach Book of Ila Almost within our grasp
[Verse 2] The keeper spoke in riddles. The crew translated riddles. The translation produced More riddles.
Rumble moved another shelf.
A hidden passage appeared.
Nobody celebrated.
This had happened before.
Glimmer illuminated the passage. The passage became Significantly brighter Than necessary.
Sorry.
[Pre-Chorus 2] Then Drift arrived.
Where are we?
The library.
Again?
Yes.
Drift looked around. Then accidentally slowed time. Again.
This was becoming A pattern.
[Verse 3] The effect spread outward. Slowly. Gently.
The keeper stopped.
Then blinked.
Then continued speaking.
Three minutes passed.
The keeper remembered.
Another minute. The keeper still remembered.
The crew froze.
[Bridge] Pebble noticed first.
The keeper remembered.
The ring.
The old ring.
The mineral inside it.
Pebble approached carefully.
Then whispered To the stone.
The stone whispered back.
Long silence.
Very long silence.
The crew stared.
[Bridge 2] Pebble returned.
I have good news.
The crew gathered.
The mineral remembers.
The keeper looked confused.
That is possible?
Apparently.
[Pre-Chorus 3] The ring knew the name. The ring knew the book. The ring knew the answer.
One shelf. One section. One forgotten volume.
Waiting.
[Final Chorus] Book of Ila Hidden in the endless shelves Book of Ila Waiting by itself The answers finally found The answers finally clear Book of Ila The story is returning now
[Outro] The book was opened.
Ancient pages. Ancient writing. Ancient diagrams.
The jellyfish.
Not a creature. Not a weapon.
Both.
The book explained.
The jellyfish disperses light. The darkness cannot enter.
Three minutes.
Exactly three minutes.
Long silence.
Echo spoke first.
Three minutes?
The keeper nodded.
Three minutes.
Another silence.
Fable looked at the keeper. The keeper looked back.
Three minutes.
The crew looked at the book. The book looked important.
Pebble asked the question.
What is your name?
The keeper smiled.
Ila.
The crew froze.
The title. The keeper. The book.
Same name.
Of course.
Rumble stamped once.
A small one.
The library shifted.
Nobody cared.
They had the book. They had Ila. They had the answer.
And for the first time The keeper remembered Why.
The journey home began.