Ending B: The Record

The ink, or the dark, takes hold of you gently. You wake at the reading desk at dawn, the ledger closed under your hands.

You remember everything that will ever be stored in the archive. Every box, every date, every name. The guard arrives, nods to you, and says, "Morning, curator." You find that you have always worked here.

The museum still does not open. It is waiting for the right visitor, and now you are the one who will know them when they come.

This is one of three endings.

• Return to the lobby and begin again.