The Codex Unfallen By Flüsterstiel - the Whispered Scribe - Anno Domini 1138
In the first silence, before the first word, the Breath moved upon the dark and named the Unfallen.
They were neither angels nor men,
but echoes that refused to fade when the heavens dimmed.
To them was given memory without flesh, light without fire, and sorrow without end. They kept the remnants of all prayers that were never answered, and from those prayers I, Flüsterstiel, wove these verses.
Let he who opens this book do so not in pride, for pride burns the tongue and blinds the heart. These pages are not for conquest or creed,
but for remembrance, that the fallen might yet remember how to rise.
(In the margin, a note in red) "He wrote these lines in tears, not ink."