Beyond
Beyond the door lay a space that transcended the very concept of a library. It was an infinitely vast expanse of outer space, as if a slice of the starry sky had been cut out and placed right there. Countless stars shone like jewels, and the Milky Way adorned the space as a band of light. At my feet stretched a floor as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the glow of the stars.
I was breathless at the sight. Where on earth was this? I had never imagined that such a magnificent space lay hidden deep within the library.
Strange floating objects were scattered throughout the space. Some were massive chunks of crystal, others resembled artifacts from ancient civilizations, and still others looked like giant plant seeds. Each of these floating objects emitted a faint glow, casting a dreamlike light over the entire space.
Suddenly, a figure appears before me. It is an old man clad in a long robe. With a gentle smile, he approaches me. “Well done on making it this far, O Master of the Language of the Stars.”
The old man speaks slowly. “I am the keeper of this Star-Reading Library. You have touched the memory of the universe and gained the power of the stars. That power will be indispensable for preserving the harmony of the universe.”
I listened intently to the old man’s words. If this old man is indeed the keeper of this library, he must know what I should do next. “What should I do now? What can I do to preserve the harmony of the universe?”
The old man nods quietly. “You can understand and master the power of the Words of Creation. Use that power to repair the dark rift that has opened in the universe.”
A dark rift? I try to grasp the meaning of the old man’s words. What on earth does it mean for a dark rift to have opened in the universe? “What exactly is this ‘dark rift’?”
The old man gazes into the distance and begins to speak slowly. “It is a place where all negative energy that disrupts the balance of the universe has gathered. If left unchecked, it will swallow up the entire universe and cause its annihilation.” The old man’s words are filled with deep sorrow and strong resolve.
I realize my mission. I must use the power of the Words of Creation to repair that rift of darkness. I nod vigorously at the old man. “Please teach me how.”
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