The Old Man
I unfold the map the old man gave me. It pulses faintly, as if it were alive. The map is covered with intricate lines and symbols, and at first glance, I cannot understand their meaning. However, by using the power of the “Words of Creation,” I can decipher the information hidden within the map.
The map seems to be guiding me deep into the “Labyrinth of Knowledge.” Holding my crystal staff, I begin walking in the direction indicated by the map. As I weave my way through the rows of bookshelves, the scenery around me gradually changes. The books grow increasingly ancient, and the shelves are decaying and covered in dust. It’s as if the flow of time is accelerating.
Eventually, I reach the very depths of the library. It was a sacred space where a massive door towered overhead. The door was engraved with intricate patterns, and at its center was embedded a giant crystal. A faint light seeped out from the door, pulsating as if it were alive.
I stand before the door and take a deep breath. The map indicates that the “Altar of Creation” lies beyond this door. However, the door is firmly sealed and will likely not open easily. I touch the door and carefully examine the patterns carved into its surface.
The patterns seem to represent a portion of the “Words of Creation.” As I trace the patterns, I begin to recite the “Words of Creation.” Suddenly, the crystal embedded in the door begins to emit a dazzling light. The light gradually grows in intensity until it eventually envelops me.
When the light subsides, the door slowly begins to open. Beyond the door lay a sight I had never seen before. It was outer space, where stars shone and galaxies swirled. I catch my breath.
Floating in the center of outer space is a massive altar. The altar is made of pure light, and the laws of the universe are engraved on its surface. Infinite energy radiates from the altar, energizing the entire universe.
I begin walking toward the altar. Since there is no gravity in outer space, I can float freely. Gazing at the stars and passing through galaxies, I draw closer to the altar.
Eventually, I reach the altar. Standing before it is a goddess. She radiates a beautiful light, and her form is like the universe itself. The goddess smiles at me. “Welcome, Mitamu. You are the one chosen for the Altar of Creation.”
The goddess asks me a question. “What kind of world do you wish to create using this altar?”
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