Lair
Leaving the library behind, I return to my dwelling. It is an old but spacious place, littered with various research equipment and materials—truly a researcher's lair. First, I open the Infinite Book. Its pages, densely packed with countless characters, seem as boundless as the universe itself. “The Words of Creation...” I murmured, meticulously examining every piece of information recorded within the Infinite Book. I carefully deciphered descriptions of the Atlantis civilization, ancient magic, the ecology of monsters, and every single thing existing in this world. Days passed. Despite feeling drowsy and exhausted, I continued my research. And finally, I discovered what seemed to be the relevant description. It was fragmentarily recorded within the text about the Atlantis civilization. “...The breath of the Creator, the soul dwelling within all things, the song of the stars... The geometric patterns represent the structure of the universe, and the sequence hidden within them reveals the principles of the world's creation...” The description was fragmented, with many incomprehensible parts. Yet, from these fragments, the possibility emerged that the words of creation were not mere words, but rather composed of complex mathematical formulas, geometric patterns representing the laws of the universe itself, and some sort of “scale” connecting them. The geometric patterns of the Wilm's scales, the scars of the Oak's fangs... all recorded in the Infinite Book. Could they all hint at being part of the Words of Creation, or fragments thereof? The thought flashed through my mind like a bolt of lightning. I laid out the relics and the Infinite Book, beginning to compare their inscriptions. From the relics, I sensed a faint vibration. It was as if... the words were speaking to me. I still cannot comprehend their meaning. Yet I distinctly sense their presence, their resonance. This research draws me into an abyss far beyond imagination. And what lies ahead... I cannot yet know. But I will continue my research until I unravel this mystery. Until I grasp the truth of the Words of Creation with my own hands.
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