CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

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Arriving at the library, I was hoping to find Himyla to get the book back but saw a closed sign hanging from the door. Then I spotted it — a note pinned to the door, its cryptic symbols and indecipherable meaning.

I turned my attention to a newspaper lying discarded on the ground. The headlines blurred, but one article caught my eye — a piece about dreams and their significance to humanity.

As I read, a chill ran down my spine, for there, staring back at me from the page, was the reverie symbol. It was a symbol I had seen before, a symbol that seemed to hold the key to the enigma that surrounded me.

Recognizing the symbol, I knew its significance. It was a warning, a sign of the secrets and dangers hidden within the pages of the Book of Godspells. It spoke of immortality, of dreams, and of the delicate balance between worlds. Without hesitation, I reached for the note, my fingers trembling slightly. As I read its contents, my mind raced: MAKARS COURT.

I realized that the truth about the dreamworld must be protected from humanity. If it were to be uncovered, it could lead to chaos and destruction. The two words on the note seemed to burn into my mind, igniting a fire within me. I knew what I had to do. I had to protect the human world from the secrets of immortality in dreams, and in doing so, protect the dreamworld from the destructive nature of humanity. With a deep breath, I tore the note from the door and flipped it to the other side.

Grabbing a pen, I always had one in my satchel, I began to transcribe the words that echoed in my mind, each stroke of the pen bringing me closer to understanding.

"Shadowgages, black flower, silver child," I wrote, my hand steady despite the tremors that shook me.

And then, the final words flowed from my pen, as if guided by an unseen force.

"Pipe dream." As the ink dried on the page, a surge of clarity washed over me, a sense of purpose that had settled over me until now. I may not have all the answers yet, but I was determined to unravel the secrets hidden within the pages of the Book of Godspells as to get back to the dreamworld.

No matter what the cost. 

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