The Study in Twilight
In the study bathed in twilight, I sit before the Infinite Book. The relic lies within easy reach. Its smooth surface radiates a faint warmth, and occasionally, a subtle vibration reaches my fingertips. It feels almost like a living, pulsing entity. The characters inscribed within the Infinite Book, the faint vibrations emanating from the relic—these resonate with each other, creating a complex, intertwining sensation that fills my entire being.
Hours, perhaps even days or weeks, may have passed. My sense of time grows vague as I immerse myself in this research. Descriptions of the Atlantis civilization in the Infinite Book, the geometric patterns on the Wilm's scales, the scars on the oak's fangs... I compare these with the vibrations I feel from the artifacts, form various hypotheses, test them, and then discard them.
Suddenly, I sense something approaching outside the study window. Approaching the window cautiously, I looked down and saw a woman standing there. She wore a black robe, her face hidden by a hood. Her appearance carried a mysterious aura, somehow reminiscent of a priestess.
My guard heightened for a moment. Yet, I sensed no hostility in the atmosphere she exuded. Rather, a quiet, somewhat melancholic air hung about her.
I opened the window. “Hello? What is it?” I called out. Slowly, she lowered her hood. Her face was unfamiliar. Yet, her eyes held a deep intelligence and a quiet confidence, as if she understood something profound.
“Mitsuru-sama...?” Her low, steady voice cut through the night's silence. “I am one who knows what you seek... a part of the Words of Creation.”
I couldn't hide my surprise. “You... who are you?”
She began to speak slowly and carefully. “I am an entity that bears part of the responsibility for the creation of this world. I have heard you have been on a long and lonely journey. The Words of Creation... they will be the key to unlocking the mysteries of this world and your own existence. But their power is terrifying. Do you possess the strength to control that power?”
Her words carried a weighty, magnetic resonance, like peering into an abyss. I sensed undeniable truth in her words. Yet, at the same time, I clearly understood the danger hidden within them. How would this encounter change my research, my future? I still knew nothing. But I felt compelled to speak with this woman about the mysteries of this world.
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