The Texture
As I approached the base of the World Tree, the soil felt surprisingly soft and mossy. The air was filled with a faint glow emanating from the tree and a sweet, yet somehow nostalgic scent. It was a mysterious fragrance that evoked the melodies once played on the lyres of the Atlantis civilization.
Slowly, I reached out and touched the trunk of the World Tree. Immediately, energy began to flow into my fingertips—faint, yet undeniable. It was an energy very similar to the cosmic symphony emanating from the crystal orb, yet more primal and powerful. It was as if the tree itself were directly connected to the universe.
“…This is… the very essence of life’s energy…” I murmured quietly. The Librarian and the Historian looked up at the World Tree with eyes filled with awe.
The Historian took out a worn parchment and began examining it. “…This pattern… it’s the same as the one carved into the World Tree’s bark. I… think… this is a description of the World Tree written in an ancient language…” he said in a trembling voice.
The librarian had his ear pressed against the World Tree’s trunk. “…I can hear… a faint… melody…” His eyes were half-closed, and his expression seemed to be in a deep state of meditation.
After a while, the librarian slowly came to his senses. “…That is… the Creator’s… song…” he said, breathlessly. “The World Tree is… the heart… of the universe. And… this melody… is the song… of the universe’s… creation… and destruction…”
His words struck a chord deep within my heart. The song of the universe’s creation and destruction… Perhaps it holds the key to fully understanding the Words of Creation. Yet the song is incredibly complex, and I can grasp only a fraction of it. It feels as though I’m seeing only fragments of a massive musical score.
“...How can I... fully understand this song...” I asked myself. The energy emanating from the World Tree is absorbed into my body, resonating with the cosmic symphony flowing within me. Through that resonance, I sense a universe that is deeper and vaster than anything I have experienced before. It feels as though I have become a part of the universe itself.
The historian continued to decipher the ancient texts. “…It is written here… that to control the energy of the World Tree… a special… ritual is required…”
The librarian’s words, the historian’s discovery, and my own sensations… all of them point to a new path toward unraveling the mysteries of the World Tree and the Words of Creation. However, that path is arduous and still shrouded in many mysteries.
I looked up at the World Tree and took a quiet breath. It is the beginning of a new journey.
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