Hhdmaaaaaal.
She had summoned the concept of being heard by something that was never meant to listen. The next morning, Jens found the archive door unlocked. Inside, the candle had melted into a perfect black pool. The reindeer hide was blank—every symbol gone. And Elara sat in the corner, rocking gently, humming a melody that had no notes. the hdmaal
The candle went out. Then the lights. Then the emergency backup. Then the silence became so complete that she could hear the sound of her own neurons firing. Hhdmaaaaaal
"Hdmaal," she whispered. And smiled.