Gold-flecked marble stairs led to the Grand Temple of Ahz-Ahzeen, the place that the supplicant called home. It had been many years since her departure but she was pleased that little had changed. The enormous doors, large enough for a Gajguul, opened easily at her touch, letting the sacred hymns disperse into the eternal sunrise behind her.

“Honored Sister! It is good to see you again! I feared you would never return and forever be counted among the Lost.” Sirach saluted her with clasped hands.

She smiled wearily. “There was little chance of that.”

“Were you successful? Did you find what you sought?”

“Yes and it is even more wondrous that we imagined.” She pulled out a cloth covered book from her messenger bag and gently unwrapped it. The book was immaculate next to the rags that had protected it for so long.

“What is it?”

“It is the sum of the hopes, dreams, and imaginations of an entire people. Each page encapsulates an idea and this book is filled with them! With this, we can save our world…”