# migrations

dir: embeddings_queue
filename: 00001-embeddings.sqlite.sql
hash: d3755dfd232be8e8301f4d7fcfb3a486
sql:
CREATE TABLE embeddings_queue (
    seq_id INTEGER PRIMARY KEY,
    created_at TIMESTAMP NOT NULL DEFAULT CURRENT_TIMESTAMP,
    operation INTEGER NOT NULL,
    topic TEXT NOT NULL,
    id TEXT NOT NULL,
    vector BLOB,
    encoding TEXT,
    metadata TEXT
);


dir: sysdb
filename: 00001-collections.sqlite.sql
hash: 38352d725ad1c16074fac420b22b4633
sql:
CREATE TABLE collections (
    id TEXT PRIMARY KEY,
    name TEXT NOT NULL,
    topic TEXT NOT NULL,
    UNIQUE (name)
);

CREATE TABLE collection_metadata (
    collection_id TEXT REFERENCES collections(id) ON DELETE CASCADE,
    key TEXT NOT NULL,
    str_value TEXT,
    int_value INTEGER,
    float_value REAL,
    PRIMARY KEY (collection_id, key)
);


dir: sysdb
filename: 00002-segments.sqlite.sql
hash: 2913cb6a503055a95f625448037e8912
sql:
CREATE TABLE segments (
    id TEXT PRIMARY KEY,
    type TEXT NOT NULL,
    scope TEXT NOT NULL,
    topic TEXT,
    collection TEXT REFERENCES collection(id)
);

CREATE TABLE segment_metadata (
    segment_id TEXT  REFERENCES segments(id) ON DELETE CASCADE,
    key TEXT NOT NULL,
    str_value TEXT,
    int_value INTEGER,
    float_value REAL,
    PRIMARY KEY (segment_id, key)
);


dir: sysdb
filename: 00004-tenants-databases.sqlite.sql
hash: 048867ce8fcdefe4023c7110e4433591
sql:
CREATE TABLE IF NOT EXISTS tenants (
    id TEXT PRIMARY KEY,
    UNIQUE (id)
);

CREATE TABLE IF NOT EXISTS databases (
    id TEXT PRIMARY KEY, -- unique globally
    name TEXT NOT NULL, -- unique per tenant
    tenant_id TEXT NOT NULL REFERENCES tenants(id) ON DELETE CASCADE,
    UNIQUE (tenant_id, name) -- Ensure that a tenant has only one database with a given name
);

CREATE TABLE IF NOT EXISTS collections_tmp (
    id TEXT PRIMARY KEY, -- unique globally
    name TEXT NOT NULL, -- unique per database
    topic TEXT NOT NULL,
    dimension INTEGER,
    database_id TEXT NOT NULL REFERENCES databases(id) ON DELETE CASCADE,
    UNIQUE (name, database_id)
);

-- Create default tenant and database
INSERT OR REPLACE INTO tenants (id) VALUES ('default_tenant'); -- The default tenant id is 'default_tenant' others are UUIDs
INSERT OR REPLACE INTO databases (id, name, tenant_id) VALUES ('00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000', 'default_database', 'default_tenant');

INSERT OR REPLACE INTO collections_tmp (id, name, topic, dimension, database_id)
    SELECT id, name, topic, dimension, '00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000' FROM collections;
DROP TABLE collections;
ALTER TABLE collections_tmp RENAME TO collections;


dir: sysdb
filename: 00005-remove-topic.sqlite.sql
hash: b1367c826b8fba5f96f27befdc1d42d2
sql:
-- Remove the topic column from the Collections and Segments tables

ALTER TABLE collections DROP COLUMN topic;
ALTER TABLE segments DROP COLUMN topic;


dir: sysdb
filename: 00006-collection-segment-metadata.sqlite.sql
hash: 4eea7468935bf25d4604a0fed2366116
sql:
-- SQLite does not support adding check with alter table, as a result, adding a check
-- involve creating a new table and copying the data over. It is over kill with adding
-- a boolean type column. The application write to the table needs to ensure the data
-- integrity.
ALTER TABLE collection_metadata ADD COLUMN bool_value INTEGER;
ALTER TABLE segment_metadata ADD COLUMN bool_value INTEGER;


dir: sysdb
filename: 00007-collection-config.sqlite.sql
hash: 1c7e63bba346a42a18b6ab7f1c989bed
sql:
-- Stores collection configuration dictionaries.
ALTER TABLE collections ADD COLUMN config_json_str TEXT;


dir: sysdb
filename: 00008-maintenance-log.sqlite.sql
hash: 0a0e7e93111a01789addf64961c6127c
sql:
-- Records when database maintenance operations are performed.
-- At time of creation, this table is only used to record vacuum operations.
CREATE TABLE maintenance_log (
  id INT PRIMARY KEY,
  timestamp INT NOT NULL,
  operation TEXT NOT NULL
);


dir: sysdb
filename: 00009-segment-collection-not-null.sqlite.sql
hash: 054355aef9e63702bf54ea29e61563f1
sql:
-- This makes segments.collection non-nullable.
CREATE TABLE segments_temp (
    id TEXT PRIMARY KEY,
    type TEXT NOT NULL,
    scope TEXT NOT NULL,
    collection TEXT REFERENCES collection(id) NOT NULL
);

INSERT INTO segments_temp SELECT * FROM segments;
DROP TABLE segments;
ALTER TABLE segments_temp RENAME TO segments;


dir: metadb
filename: 00001-embedding-metadata.sqlite.sql
hash: 2b4cf52c4bb2676e21d6860a4409f856
sql:
CREATE TABLE embeddings (
    id INTEGER PRIMARY KEY,
    segment_id TEXT NOT NULL,
    embedding_id TEXT NOT NULL,
    seq_id BLOB NOT NULL,
    created_at TIMESTAMP NOT NULL DEFAULT CURRENT_TIMESTAMP,
    UNIQUE (segment_id, embedding_id)
);

CREATE TABLE embedding_metadata (
    id INTEGER REFERENCES embeddings(id),
    key TEXT NOT NULL,
    string_value TEXT,
    int_value INTEGER,
    float_value REAL,
    PRIMARY KEY (id, key)
);

CREATE TABLE max_seq_id (
    segment_id TEXT PRIMARY KEY,
    seq_id BLOB NOT NULL
);

CREATE VIRTUAL TABLE embedding_fulltext USING fts5(id, string_value);


dir: metadb
filename: 00002-embedding-metadata.sqlite.sql
hash: 12a570f7121b3a8ce750a2a7c36da20f
sql:
-- SQLite does not support adding check with alter table, as a result, adding a check
-- involve creating a new table and copying the data over. It is over kill with adding
-- a boolean type column. The application write to the table needs to ensure the data
-- integrity.
ALTER TABLE embedding_metadata ADD COLUMN bool_value INTEGER


dir: metadb
filename: 00003-full-text-tokenize.sqlite.sql
hash: f97ad6334aeaa8f419f01110b648b97a
sql:
CREATE VIRTUAL TABLE embedding_fulltext_search USING fts5(string_value, tokenize='trigram');
INSERT INTO embedding_fulltext_search (rowid, string_value) SELECT rowid, string_value FROM embedding_metadata;
DROP TABLE embedding_fulltext;


dir: metadb
filename: 00004-metadata-indices.sqlite.sql
hash: fb36603a45ee2cd0254cef3ef86585e8
sql:
CREATE INDEX IF NOT EXISTS embedding_metadata_int_value ON embedding_metadata (key, int_value) WHERE int_value IS NOT NULL;
CREATE INDEX IF NOT EXISTS embedding_metadata_float_value ON embedding_metadata (key, float_value) WHERE float_value IS NOT NULL;
CREATE INDEX IF NOT EXISTS embedding_metadata_string_value ON embedding_metadata (key, string_value) WHERE string_value IS NOT NULL;


# embeddings_queue

created_at: 2025-03-19 11:58:19
topic: persistent://default/default/00300340-0735-4b39-8bce-93d238b1112e
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encoding: FLOAT32
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created_at: 2025-03-19 11:58:19
topic: persistent://default/default/00300340-0735-4b39-8bce-93d238b1112e
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encoding: FLOAT32
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created_at: 2025-03-19 11:58:19
topic: persistent://default/default/00300340-0735-4b39-8bce-93d238b1112e
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{"document_uuid": "83285b2c-7e99-48ca-b113-2283b29b4818", "page_number": 1031, "chunk_number": 2, "type": "text", "chroma:document": "began to throw  missiles marvellou sly high, so that they passed  right above \nthe  battlement and fell thudding  within the first circle of  the City; and \nmany of them by some secret art burst into flame as they came toppling down. \n     Soon there  was great peril of fire behind the wall,  and all who could \nbe spared  were busy quelling the flames that sprang up in many places. Then \namong the greater casts  there  fell  another hail, less  ruinous  but  more \nhorrible. All about the streets and lanes behind the Gate  it tumbled  down, \nsmall round shot that did not burn. But when men ran  to learn what it might  \nbe, they cried aloud or wept.  For the enemy was flinging into  the City all \nthe heads of  those who had  fallen fighting at Osgiliath, or on the Rammas,  \nor  in the fields. They were grim to look on; for though some  were  crushed \nand shapeless, and some had  been cruelly hewn, yet  many had  features that"}


created_at: 2025-03-19 11:58:20
topic: persistent://default/default/00300340-0735-4b39-8bce-93d238b1112e
id: 83285b2c-7e99-48ca-b113-2283b29b4818-p1041-c0-t
encoding: FLOAT32
metadata:
{"document_uuid": "83285b2c-7e99-48ca-b113-2283b29b4818", "page_number": 1041, "chunk_number": 0, "type": "text", "chroma:document": "####-from a bough and cast  a  pale circle of  light below. There sat Thjoden and \nJomer, and before  them  on the ground sat a strange  squat shape of a  man,  \ngnarled as an old  stone, and the hairs of his scanty beard straggled on his \nlumpy chin like  dry  moss.  He was  short-legged and fat-armed,  thick  and \nstumpy, and  clad only  with grass about his waist. Merry  felt  that he  had \nseen  him  before  somewhere, and suddenly  he remembered  the  P\u00aekel-men \nof \nDunharrow. Here  was one of those old  images  brought to life, or  maybe  a \ncreature descended  in true line through endless years from the models  used \nby the forgotten craftsmen long ago. \n     There was  a silence as Merry crept nearer, and then the Wild Man began \nto speak, in answer to some  question, it  seemed.  His  voice  was deep and \nguttural,  yet to Merry's  surprise he spoke  the Common Speech, though in a \nhalting fashion, and uncouth words were mingled with it."}


created_at: 2025-03-19 11:58:20
topic: persistent://default/default/00300340-0735-4b39-8bce-93d238b1112e
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{"document_uuid": "83285b2c-7e99-48ca-b113-2283b29b4818", "page_number": 1039, "chunk_number": 1, "type": "text", "chroma:document": "It was dark and Merry could see  nothing as he lay on the ground rolled \nin a blanket; yet  though the night was airless and windless, all  about him \nhidden  trees were sighing  softly. He lifted  his  head.  Then he heard  it \nagain: a  sound like faint drums in the wooded hills and mountain-steps. The \nthrob would cease suddenly and then be taken up again  at some other  point, \nnow nearer, now further off. He wondered if the watchmen had heard it. \n     He  could not see  them,  but he  knew  that  all  round  him were  the \ncompanies of the Rohirrim. He could smell the horses in  the dark, and could \nhear their shiftings  and their soft stamping on  the needle-covered ground. \nThe host  was bivouacked in  the  pine-woods that  clustered about  Eilenach  \nBeacon, a tall  hill standing up from  the long ridges of the Dr\u00aeadan Forest  \nthat lay beside the great road in East Anurien. \n     Tired as he was Merry could not sleep. He had ridden now  for four days"}


created_at: 2025-03-19 11:58:20
topic: persistent://default/default/00300340-0735-4b39-8bce-93d238b1112e
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created_at: 2025-03-19 11:58:20
topic: persistent://default/default/00300340-0735-4b39-8bce-93d238b1112e
id: 83285b2c-7e99-48ca-b113-2283b29b4818-p1036-c1-t
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{"document_uuid": "83285b2c-7e99-48ca-b113-2283b29b4818", "page_number": 1036, "chunk_number": 1, "type": "text", "chroma:document": "'The Lord's errands are urgent and should not be hindered by me,'  said \nBeregond;  'but tell  me quickly, if you may:  what goes forward? Whither has \nmy  Lord gone? I have just come on duty, but I  heard that he passed towards \nthe Closed Door, and men were bearing Faramir before him.' \n     'Yes,' said Pippin, 'to the Silent Street.' \n     Beregond bowed his  head  to  hide his tears.  'They said that  he  was \ndying,' he sighed, 'and now he is dead.' \n     'No,' said Pippin, 'not yet. And even now his death might be prevented, \nI think. But the Lord of  the City, Beregond,  has fallen before his city is \ntaken. He is fey and dangerous.' Quickly he told of Denethor's strange words \nand deeds. 'I must find Gandalf at once.' \n     'Then you must go down to the battle.' \n     'I  know. The Lord has given me  leave. But,  Beregond, if you can,  do \nsometh ing to stop any dreadful thing happening.' \n     'The Lord  does not permit those who wear the black and silver to leave"}


created_at: 2025-03-19 11:58:20
topic: persistent://default/default/00300340-0735-4b39-8bce-93d238b1112e
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created_at: 2025-03-19 11:58:20
topic: persistent://default/default/00300340-0735-4b39-8bce-93d238b1112e
id: 83285b2c-7e99-48ca-b113-2283b29b4818-p1041-c1-t
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{"document_uuid": "83285b2c-7e99-48ca-b113-2283b29b4818", "page_number": 1041, "chunk_number": 1, "type": "text", "chroma:document": "guttural,  yet to Merry's  surprise he spoke  the Common Speech, though in a \nhalting fashion, and uncouth words were mingled with it. \n     'No, father of  Horse-men,' he  said,  'we fight not. Hunt  only.  Kill \ngorgyn  in woods, hate orc-folk. You hate gorgyn too. We help as we can. Wild \nMen have long ears and long eyes; know all  paths. Wild Men live here before \nStone-houses; before Tall Men come up out of Water.' \n     'But our need is for aid in battle,' said Jomer. 'How will you and your \nfolk help us?' \n     'Bring news,' said  the Wild Man. 'We look out from hills. We climb big \nmountain  and look down.  Stone-city is shut. Fire burns there  outside; now \ninside too. You  wish to come there? Then you must be  quick. But gorgyn and \nmen out  of  far-away,'  he waved a  short gnarled  arm  eastward,  'sit  on \nhorse-road. Very many, mor e than Horse-men.' \n     'How do you know that?' said Jomer. \n     The old man's flat face and dark eyes showed nothing, but his voice was"}


created_at: 2025-03-19 11:58:20
topic: persistent://default/default/00300340-0735-4b39-8bce-93d238b1112e
id: 83285b2c-7e99-48ca-b113-2283b29b4818-p1040-c0-t
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{"document_uuid": "83285b2c-7e99-48ca-b113-2283b29b4818", "page_number": 1040, "chunk_number": 0, "type": "text", "chroma:document": "####-only increased his  restlessness. Poor Pippin, shut up in the great city  of \nstone,  lonely and  afraid. Merry wished he was a tall Rider  like Jomer and \ncould  blow  a horn or something and go galloping to his rescue.  He sat up, \nlistening  to the  drums  that  were  beating again,  now  nearer  at  hand. \nPresently  he  heard  voices  speaking  low, and  he  saw  dim half-shrouded  \nlanterns passing  through the trees. Men nearby began to move uncertainly in \nthe dark. \n     A tall figure loomed up and stumbled over  him, cu rsing the tree-roots.  \nHe recognized the voice of the Marshal, Elfhelm. \n     'I am not a tree-root, Sir,' he said, 'nor a bag, but a bruised hobbit. \nThe least you can do in amends is to tell me what is afoot.' \n     'Anything that  can keep so  in this  devi l's mirk,' answered  Elfhelm. \n'But my lord sends word that we must  set ourselves in readiness: orders may \ncome for a sudden move.'"}


created_at: 2025-03-19 11:58:20
topic: persistent://default/default/00300340-0735-4b39-8bce-93d238b1112e
id: 83285b2c-7e99-48ca-b113-2283b29b4818-p1042-c0-t
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{"document_uuid": "83285b2c-7e99-48ca-b113-2283b29b4818", "page_number": 1042, "chunk_number": 0, "type": "text", "chroma:document": "####-knows. He will lead you by road where no pits are, no gorgyn walk, only Wild \nMen  and  beasts. Many paths were  made  when Stonehouse-folk were \nstronger. \nThey carved  hills as  hunters carve beast -flesh.  Wild  Men  think they ate \nstone for food. They  went through Dr\u00aeadan  to Rimmon with great wains. \nThey \ngo  no longer. Road is forgotten, but not by Wild  Men. Over hill and behind \nhill it  lies still  under grass and tree, there behind Rimmon  and down  to \nDon, and back at the  end to  Horse -men's road. Wild Men will show  you that \nroad. Then you will kill gorgyn  and drive away bad dark  with  bright iron, \nand Wild Men can go back to sleep in the wild woods.' \n     Jomer  and  the king  spoke  together  in their  own  tongue. At length \nThjoden turned to the Wild Man.   'We will receive your offer,' he said.  'For  \nthough we leave a host of foes behind, what matter? If the Stone-city falls,"}


created_at: 2025-03-19 11:58:20
topic: persistent://default/default/00300340-0735-4b39-8bce-93d238b1112e
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{"document_uuid": "83285b2c-7e99-48ca-b113-2283b29b4818", "page_number": 1041, "chunk_number": 2, "type": "text", "chroma:document": "horse-road. Very many, mor e than Horse-men.' \n     'How do you know that?' said Jomer. \n     The old man's flat face and dark eyes showed nothing, but his voice was \nsullen  with displeasure.  'Wild  men are wild, free, but not  children,' he \nanswered. 'I am great headman, Ghvn-buri-Ghvn. I count many things: stars in \nsky, leaves  on trees, men in  the dark. You have a score of scores  counted \nten  times and five. They  have more.  Big fight, and who will win? And many \nmore walk round walls of Stone-houses.' \n     'Alas! he speaks all too shrewdly,' said  Thjoden. 'And our scouts  say \nthat they have  cast trenches  and  stakes across the road.  We cannot sweep \nthem away in sudden onset.' \n     'And yet we need great haste,' said Jomer. 'Mundburg is on fire!' \n     'Let Ghvn-buri-Ghvn finish!' said the Wild Man. 'More than one road  he"}


created_at: 2025-03-19 11:58:20
topic: persistent://default/default/00300340-0735-4b39-8bce-93d238b1112e
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{"document_uuid": "83285b2c-7e99-48ca-b113-2283b29b4818", "page_number": 1036, "chunk_number": 2, "type": "text", "chroma:document": "someth ing to stop any dreadful thing happening.' \n     'The Lord  does not permit those who wear the black and silver to leave \ntheir post for any cause, save at his own command.' \n     'Well,  you  must  choose between orders and the life of Faramir,' said \nPippin.   'And as for orders,  I think you  have a madman to deal with, not a  \nlord. I must run. I will return if I can.' \n     He ran on,  down, down towards the outer city. Men flying back from the \nburning passed him, and some  seeing his livery turned  and shouted, but  he \npaid no heed. At last he was through  the Second Gate,  beyond  which  great \nfires  leaped up between the walls. Yet it seemed strangely silent. No noise \nor shouts of battle or din of arms could be heard. Then suddenly there was a"}


created_at: 2025-03-19 11:58:21
topic: persistent://default/default/00300340-0735-4b39-8bce-93d238b1112e
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created_at: 2025-03-19 11:58:21
topic: persistent://default/default/00300340-0735-4b39-8bce-93d238b1112e
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{"document_uuid": "83285b2c-7e99-48ca-b113-2283b29b4818", "page_number": 1093, "chunk_number": 0, "type": "text", "chroma:document": "####-challenge battle. And it must move soon.  Therefore I ask the Captains: what \nforce could we muster and lead out in two days' time at the latest? And they \nmust be hardy men that go willingly, knowing their peril.' \n     'All are weary,  and very  many have  wounds  light  or grievous,' said \nJomer,  'and  we have suffered  much loss of our horses, and that  is ill to \nbear. If we must ride soon, then I cannot  hope to  lead even two thousands, \nand yet leave as ma ny for the defence of the City.' \n     'We have not only to reckon with those who fought  on this field ' said \nAragorn.  'New strength is on the way from the southern fiefs, now  that the \ncoasts have been  rid. Four thousands I sent marching from Pelargir  through  \nLossarnach two days  ago; and  Angbor the fearless rides  before them. If we \nset out in two days  more,  they will draw nigh ere we depart. Moreover many \nwere bidden to  follow me up the River  in  any craft they could gather; and"}


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{"document_uuid": "83285b2c-7e99-48ca-b113-2283b29b4818", "page_number": 1092, "chunk_number": 0, "type": "text", "chroma:document": "####-land. We must march out to meet him at  once.  We  must  make ourselves  the \nbait, though his jaws  should close  on us. He will take that bait,  in hope \nand in  greed, for he will think that in  such rashness he sees the pride of \nthe new Ringlord: and he will say: \"So!  he pushes out his neck too soon and \ntoo far. Let him come on, and behold I will have him in a trap from which he \ncannot escape.  There  I  will  crush  him, and  what he  has taken  in  his \ninsolence shall be mine again for ever.\" \n     'We must walk open-eyed into that  trap, with courage,  but small  hope \nfor ourselves.  For, my  lords,  it may  well prove  that we ourselves shall \nperish utterly in  a black battle far from the living lands; so that even if \nBarad-dyr  be thrown down, we shall not live to  see a new age.  But this, I \ndeem, is our  duty. And better so than  to perish nonetheless - as we surely \nshall, if we sit here  - and know as we die that no new age shall be.'"}


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{"document_uuid": "83285b2c-7e99-48ca-b113-2283b29b4818", "page_number": 1092, "chunk_number": 1, "type": "text", "chroma:document": "deem, is our  duty. And better so than  to perish nonetheless - as we surely \nshall, if we sit here  - and know as we die that no new age shall be.' \n     They were  silent for a while.  At  length Aragorn  spoke.  'As  I have \nbegun, so I  will go on.  We  come  now  to the  very brink, where hope  and \ndespair are akin. To waver is to fall.  Let none  now reject the counsels of \nGandalf,  whose long labours against  Sauron come at last to their test. But \nfor him all would long ago have been lost. Nonetheless I do not yet claim to  \ncommand any man. Let others choose as they will.' \n     Then said Elrohir: 'From the North we came with this purpose,  and from \nElrond our father we brought this very counsel. We will not turn back.' \n     'As for  myself,'  said Jomer, 'I have little knowledge of  these  deep \nmatters; but I need it not. This I know, and it is enough, that as my friend \nAragorn succoured  me and my people, so I will aid him when he calls. I will \ngo.'"}


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