The Knowledge Void
The library was not made of books, but of light. It existed in a fold of space-time, a sanctuary where every thought ever conceived by a sentient being was stored as a shimmering geometric form. I was the Librarian, the one who had spent an eternity climbing the ladder of understanding. My name was Xavier, and I had finally reached the Top. For eons, I had pursued the "Final Truth"—the single...
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