"To know the truth behind yourself, we must first dig deep into a story that isn't yours. A tale that affected not just you, but countless others. Now that I have you here...
Let us begin..
In a time, when all the gods were united as one. A time before the reign of Zeus.
A time, of peace.."
One trillion years ago...
Mount Olympus, in this cosmic tapestry, stands as the colossal axis of existence, a sublime peak that transcends the boundaries of multiple universes. Its majestic summit pierces through the veils of countless realities, each facet of its towering silhouette crowned with ethereal clouds that swirl with the collective dreams and myths of infinite dimensions.
The purple smoke around Pluto and Hecate starts to create a scenery. The immense library was a winding mass of bookshelves that seemed to stretch on endlessly; with thousands upon thousands of books in every imaginable language. A place filled to the brim with unimaginable knowledge.
In the heart Olympus, an endless library unfurls its vast expanse. The labyrinthine corridors stretch beyond the limits of perception, creating a mesmerizing spectacle of knowledge that transcends the boundaries of space and time.
As the library comes into fruition, they see a young girl with wavy long blue hair and white strands, rose beige skin, two different colored eyes one being dark green and the other purple, and she wears a white chiton.
The library was a labyrinth of sprawling shelves and displays. She could see how someone could get lost for hours here, but that didn't discourage her resolve.
The air within the library is infused with the scent of aged parchment and the subtle whisper of turning pages. Ethereal illumination bathes the labyrinth, casting a warm, golden glow that dances along the spines of the myriad books. Dust motes, caught in the rays of light, add a sense of timeless enchantment to the atmosphere.
The silence within the endless library is profound, broken only by the occasional creaking of ancient shelves or the distant rustle of pages turning. It is a sacred space where seekers of knowledge can lose themselves in the boundless sea of information, exploring the vastness of existence through the written word.
As one wanders through the labyrinthine passages, the architecture itself seems to shift and evolve, creating new avenues of discovery. Secret chambers and hidden alcoves reveal themselves to those with a curious heart, inviting them to delve deeper into the mysteries held within the bound volumes.
The young girl peeks in between shelves as she searches for a certain book. She strolled along the the long and narrow alleys that the bookshelves
created.
This endless library stands as a testament to the pursuit of understanding, a cosmic repository where the stories of countless worlds are preserved in perpetuity. It exists beyond the constraints of reality, a sanctuary for those who seek the profound and the infinite in words alone.
An endless room filled with knowledge, but upon the millions of literature artifacts, she looks for a book that has no title; one that is empty save for the pages that compose it.
But to search for such a specific item, she must be delusional to try and find it in an area such as this.
A book that doesn't exist.
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Woe of the chosen
FantasyWoe of the chosen is an original story based greek mythology. It follows the journey of a young boy that goes by the name of Pluto whose memories have been scattered as small fragments throughout his mind. Unfortunately for the boy, his fate had alr...
