On the cover of the gold-plated book is the inscription:

SACRED

Sacred?

You open the book.

It reads:

The place in which you find yourself is called Impasse Island, and the chamber in which you stand is Sacred; you can see to the depths below you, the lake of torment, and to the heights above you, the realm of books.

Wait… what? The realm of books?

You look up—your sight pierces through the chamber’s ceiling lens, then the crystal-blue sky, and onward past the expanse of galaxies… into something vast.

A realm of books.

Countless gold-plated volumes—each bearing a name—orbit a single, massive book at the center.

At the outermost edge, new books appear in the realm. They’re closed and silently rotating. As they move inward toward the center, they begin to change; their free range of motion slows until it is fixed, facing the massive book.

Once the innermost selection of books is fixed, facing the massive book, they open, as though prepared to be read.

Then the massive book opens; its pages glow with glorious light, and names are written in gold on its pages.

Then you see the pages of the selected books turn as they orbit the massive book.

As the books are read, you can see names appear in gold following the names already written on the massive book’s pages.

Some. Not all.

Whoa! 

In fact, most… do not.

Whoa! Wait! What does that mean?

Then the massive book closed, and the books whose names appeared shone with a radiant, golden glory—and vanished. But the others—the ones whose names did not appear—darkened, as shadows cast down.

I don’t understand!

Then the darkened books caught a blaze and were hurled down—through the galaxies, through the sky, back into the chamber… and into the lake below.

Your breath shortens. Your chest tightens. 

Anxious, you look back to Sacred—searching, desperate.

Where was I?

You find it and read:

Do not be afraid. Nothing is hidden that will not be revealed, or kept secret that will not be made known…