Blue light shines down from the moon, through the clear glass half-sphere that could be seen above the main hall. Dust and tiny specks of odd debris float through the air around the hourglass in the center and reflects off the moons wondrous glow.
"I guess this world was created for me, huh?" I said, lifting my head to face the moon. "A world of books. A library of lost ideas."
"Yes, you are correct." A voice suddenly boomed from the room's center. I quickly turned to look at the hourglass that stood in the center of the room, examining the area around it.
"Who's there?"
"I am." The voice again boomed, as a small blue aura enveloped the sand in the hourglass, only to die down again when the room went silent. I slowly trotted up to it and began searching around it, before once again stopping to stare.
"And who are you?"
"My name is Joachim. I am the main librarianna." Its voice echoed through the halls, seeming to be very robotic and monotone.
"Librarianna?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.
"That is correct. We are computers built to watch over this library's contents." I turned my head to the bookshelves surrounding me as he continued talking, the books being bathed in the blue light of the hourglass with each word.
"And what would the contents be?" I said, trotting to a shelf and pulling a book out and opening it, only to be greeted by a photo of what appeared to be a human standing in the center of a large lobby, small lockers lining the walls.
"Memories and ideas from our creator," Joachim responded, the room slowly beginning to get brighter as the lamps around the area suddenly all begin to fade on. "though, admittedly, a large amount of the memories seem to be romanticised in one way or another."
"Hm, a school memory, huh?" I slammed the book closed and slid it back into its slot left by the books around it.
"Gentle, please. I can not have any of the memories be damaged."
"Whatever." I run my hoof across the spines of each book, none of which have any labels. "These are clearly useless memories, or they'd be marked with something." Joachim remained silent, as I pulled out another 'memory', opening it. It depicted what seemed like a castle made of wood, surrounded by children.
"These memories are not useless!" The voice boomed in anger, the room filling with a red glow which emanated from the center hourglass. I jumped back in surprise, the book falling to the floor. "They are unlabeled, yes, but that doesn't make them useless!" With a flash of light, the book floated up off the floor and pushed itself back into its slot.
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Boredom Writing
FanficThis is just here so I have a place to put all my stuff that I write, but never upload or post. Basically, do NOT expect a story other than the one-shots in this.
