At last, I command the Cryptum to assemble. Rising on a stalk of light, the container begins to grow beneath the Didact, lifts him upright, forcibly expels the pallet.
The Cryptum’s many sections expand and shape themselves into a great, fragmented sphere, into which the Didact is centred. The fragments then join. The last gaps flash with hard light, close in, seal off.
Finally, I can no longer see his face.















