Escaping Society

Knowledge

Challenged, by the ever expanding threat of what this building may be and why it was here, I mustered up what little effort I was capable of to make my way to the doors. Up until this point I had been frozen by an unyielding awe. Which still was not willing to evade me. On my arrival towards the entry way, I took in all I could through sight, sound, and even smell. Of those the first to strike my senses was a harmonious sound emanating from this building. The tempo swaying ever so slightly. Seemingly with my movements? Following the music, which I was enjoying, I noticed how intricate the carvings on the doors are. Smooth cuts and detailed lines spoke numerous stories in the wood. Was it possibly a history of this land? Great beasts were shown fighting on opposing sides with humanoid creatures beneath them. As I took a step back to better appreciate the art, I noticed a sly intertwining of every beast and mystical creature cut into the deep hard wood. Not only was the image twisting to others, much like you may call a film, but it also remained the same. It was, well, inconceivable. The work itself was a form of life, but not life as you may perceive it. My own perception was altered in the very experiences to be told. I could also smell a hint of something musky, and very ancient. The essence of all this around me, ushered a sense of untold power. Again was it a form of magick I sense? Before I revealed to myself what lies behind these mystic doors I had noted one last thing, a quote perhaps?
I read the following,

"The world is consumed by a lust for power. A Power that is not for the good, but power that is stemming not of knowledge. Which is a burden to all. A burden that will bring great pain..."

Rather than deciphering the potential prophetic words in such a phrase, I decided it was time to walk right in. Now I am unarmed, in a foreign land, and have no clue what lies inside, simply it may not have been the smartest choice ahead. That stated I realized it was my only choice. Heck if I want to get home what choice do I have? What I had previously thought was a spire, although not voiced I assumed for military use, was not. Inside a staircase grew to the top. Making a maze elsewhere in the cavernous building was row upon row of bookshelves. Filled with many a tale to be shared. Books reached floor to ceiling on many a level. The library, as I will call it for now, was lit. Vividly bright. The light illuminating this location was a floating orb. Which, being the genius I am, I reached my hand inside. Only to find it moved away from my approaching quarry. It was useless to continue the pursuit.
The quote on the door forcefully brought forward in my mind seemed to ring a more obvious meaning now. As I had concluded I was in a place that the people were greedy for power. Not being as wise as they needed to be they consumed the power with no knowledge of the consequences. True power comes from the good you can do unto others. A knowledge that aids you in the good you will do.
Of course this sense of philosophy was foreign to me and clearly not my thoughts.
As I became aware of thoughts that were not my own, I saw a short, stoic, in appearance, man. He was smiling down unto me. I noticed among his wrinkled face gentle eyes. A long gray beard issued a fatherly demand from him. And then he spoke. His voice like bitter daggers digging into my flesh. The few words he said held enough power that I shall never forget them. Not for their meaning but for what he put into them. This was the magick I had felt.