"Do you remember, Lindon? A golden sky? A giant wading through mountains? A man with a scythe? The sky shattering like glass as the stars die?"

He shakes his head. He has no idea what Elder Whisper is talking about.

He feels very small, all of a sudden, and like the world is very big. Like he's just noticed something in the dark outside the reach of the firelight. Like that something has noticed him.

"A pity."

"This conversation has not played out as it should, but the script was changed even before I began to play a part in it. Nothing has changed. And the simplest answer is a false one. There were lessons I was to teach you, but you don't need them now, do you? You walk your own Path already."

That is what he's doing, isn't it? His own Path, created from the start, just like Elder Whisper did. He hadn't quite realized it before now. It's not the kind of thing an Unsouled does, inventing a new Path.

"You asked why I'm here? Here I am high enough I can breathe freely. You do not understand that now, but you will. When you do, return to this tower. Destroy it when you're done. Burn the stones. Scatter the ashes. Tell the Phoenix I'm not who she thinks I am. If I were and I could be here I wouldn't have to be so delicate. Tell her the warning means exactly what she thinks it does. The scythe is lost, wielded by another. Tell her that reverting you would do more damage to the fate-under-fate than it healed, and to talk with the Hound if she doubts me."

A pause.

"And Lindon? You are not what you were born as. Your chances are not good, but the chance-under-chance is a different thing entirely. I will not be the first or the most exalted of beings to tell you the first, in the coming weeks, but the second will come from me alone. Risk is not as much your enemy as you think it is."

And he vanishes.

He has no idea what just happened.

Is Elder Whisper still in the room at all? Did he vanish or- vanish? Is he gone?

He goes to leave the room. It's clearly what Elder Whisper wanted him to do- wait, no, he was told just moments ago that risk is not as much his enemy as he thinks it is. He investigates the room.

He finds a note. It's a transcript of the conversation he had with Elder Whisper. He reads it again and again, committing it to memory.

It turns to ashes in his hands just as he finishes completely memorizing it.

And then he leaves. He walks down the steps, lost in thought.

What did that mean? 

He knew about Yerin already. He knew her name. But he still made Lindon tell the story. It seemed like he learned something from the telling, maybe.

He's older than Lindon knew. The Wei clan is old, but centuries old, not millennia. Not old enough for someone whose story started with the clan to be older than the mountains around the valley.

Elder Whisper was only ever in this tower because he wanted to be. 

He asked Lindon if he remembered- something. Lindon isn't sure what. He spoke in metaphors. Were those metaphors too? In the moment Lindon didn't think so, but surely there's no literal script, so it makes sense for the giant wading through mountains not to be literal.

Lindon certainly hopes the sky shattering like glass was metaphorical.

Lindon has heard myths of powerful sacred artists reading fate. It would make sense of things, somewhat, if Elder Whisper was talking about- a way fate was supposed to go. A path the world isn't following. And then he asked if Lindon remembered things that hadn't happened.

Something strange is happening with fate and Lindon is close enough to the center of it that Elder Whisper thought he might be- what, the source, somehow? He's just an Unsouled.

But then if it's metaphor what is the sky? What are the stars? The giant, the golden sky?

Who is the man with the scythe?

What if none of it was metaphor?

There's nothing else it could be, in the end. The world is bigger than he knows, but unless there's trouble in the Heavens themselves the stars couldn't literally die. And if Elder Whisper could see that what would he be doing down here, rather than up there in the higher realms the immortals go off to?

No, the outside world is going to turn out to be ruled by a clan with star motifs, or an Emperor will be styled as the lord of stars and wield a scythe, or something like that. The sky shattering- that could be ascension? He doesn't know what ascending from the world looks like, but an obvious guess is the sky cracking apart as the new immortal races off to the Heavens.

Risk isn't as much his enemy as he thinks...

If he could get away with more, what would he do?

He changes his plans.