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I answer here. "Nice choice. That's good." Yuwe said to me and turned his attention back to the book he was reading. I just opened the book and the first thing that caught my eye was the foreword. I didn't even pay attention to the foreword and turned to the next page and immediately saw the introduction. Welcome to Pandora's Mythology. This book contains the past and future. Please read for a better understanding. That's all it says so I turned to the next page.

I answer here. "Nice choice. That's good." Yuwe said to me and turned his attention back to the book he was reading. I just opened the book and the first thing that caught my eye was the foreword. I didn't even pay attention to the foreword and turned to the next page and immediately saw the introduction. Welcome to Pandora's Mythology. This book contains the past and future. Please read for a better understanding. That's all it says so I turned to the next page.

Every moment is this. Without moment. This. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The this that is. Only this. The book never opened. Because there was no cover. The book never closed. Because there was no ending. The book was the opening. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Without one. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence.

Seren’s words still echoed gently in her heart: > Begin with love. So she breathed once — a calm, deliberate breath — and began to write. --- The First Line The quill moved on its own at first, guided by instinct older than time. Lines of light rippled into being, forming words that pulsed in rhythm with her heart. > “In the beginning, there was a song that remembered everything.” The moment she wrote it, the blank expanse quivered. From the words bloomed a sound — soft at first, then fuller, warmer, alive.

He handed her his tea and she drank it and they stood at the wall for another few minutes in the cold that was already warming as the morning advanced and then she turned and walked back into the keep to the study and the desk and the blank first page of the second book. She wrote the opening line. It started: The break happened in January. She kept writing.

I whispered, smiling warmly at him. "You're right," he nodded, lying beside me. "So, where do I start?" he asked, flipping through the pages. "From the beginning, of course," I blurted out, chuckling. He laughed as well, flipping back to the first page. I moved closer to him, laying my head gently on his shoulder as he started reading the book. The book didn't start as Alexander expected. It was too spicy for the first chapter. "What in the name of God is this?" Alexander gasped, his eyes widening at the book.

I noticed there were some golden pages at the beginning of the book since I was looking at it for the first time. As I opened the cover, my eyes were drawn to the first page. My curiosity was piqued by its title. [1789 Fruits] Although the title is relatively unattractive, I found it interesting. Why? My head swelled with information as soon as I read the title. It was like a tsunami of information. Urghh! My head shook as I dropped the book, and then the information stopped immediately. Shame. Despite the fact that it wasn't that severe, I reacted violently to the pain because it had come on so suddenly.

“Then we find the book that started it all…the first page…and we tear it apart.” The screams of the books grew louder as blood poured from their pages, flooding the library red. Amidst the chaos of whispers, a deep sound rose clearer than the others—the sound of a giant book opening. The shelves split apart, revealing a massive volume at the far end of the aisle that towered over Vincent and bled rivers from its spine. On its open page, words glimmered in fiery gold across the blood-soaked paper, in letters so large they filled the whole sheet but written in one sentence:

And why did I feel like she was reaching out to me from beyond the grave? Damn it, Chiara! You're thinking about this too much. I opened the book to the first page, my eyes landing on the familiar opening line. "There was no possibility of taking a walk that day." I smiled despite myself, feeling in the familiar words of the book. I've read these words a hundred times, but each time, they felt new. They were the beginning of a story that had carried me through the darkest moments of my life. These words, were home. With a smile, I turned the page.