Thus Spoke Zarathustra A Book For All And None 소설 & 이야기

He spoke every language that ever was, is, or will be, all in a single, symphonic utterance. The horror hit me then: this was not a man dying. This was God, fully aware, fully present, occupying the intersection of all time. "I am the Alpha and the Omega," his voice resonated within my mind, bypassing my ears entirely. "I do not wait for the future. I hold it in my palm."

A foo He stood and threw his books to the furnace. Burning it all would make him, even slightly, understand the situation he was in. "No sciences could fully give meaning to all these". He said to himself as carefully, trying not to examine what kind of books, so much treasured, he was turning to ashes. As well, as to the fact that what he was doing, there's no redeeming it back agai

Immediately, I continued the discussion I had with the High Priestess by saying, "Let’s talk about what you said before, High Priestess. What do you mean by 'I’m part of the prophecy'?" Claire, the High Priestess, looked at me as she asked me, "Have you read the Book of All Beliefs to All Beings?" The Book of All Beliefs to All Beings was our holy scripture. Not only for us werewolves, but other creatures as well. That book was a guide to each creature's belief. It was the only one that united us supernatural creatures. However, there were some pages missing in the book when it came to prophecy regarding the Everlasting Winter.

The room fell silent, captivated by the book's sudden appearance. "It contains the record of both the good and the evil that each person has done. This book is the ultimate judge of our actions, as it holds the truth of every soul." "The Book of Life will guide us in determining the outcome of this trial," he continued, his gaze piercing as he looked at me. "It will reveal the truth of your actions and help us reach a just verdict."

At the other side of the door, a man was standing there. Carefully listening to my words, his heart showed no remorse. No remorse. "What a loss," Zacharias muttered. Thunder and lightning, just like the path, how all immense prospects can lead to a solitary grievance, destroying everything in their paths, their words marking your skin like permanent, how you stumbled upon this. "With endless possibilities..." After all, nothing is impossible, right? "...Your fate will be subjected to us..." Yet, here I am, living under the same roof with the thing I despise the most in your life.

She took the glass in one sip and passed it without making a gesture through the drink, which looked like liquid fire. “It's something I read in a book called “I fell in love with my guru”, From the title, I assumed it was a love novel, and in part it was, although it also had themes of self-help and spirituality. In one part, he explains that people are like magnets and that they attract things.” He filled the glasses again and looked at the bottle that was about to be empty.

“But isn’t it crazy that our lives could fit into one book?” I looked at him with a profound smile. “Oh my God! That has to be the most accurate thing I’ve heard today. Everything we’ve experienced, all in one book. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Now I feel so inadequate. What qualifies me to even tell the story of both our lives?” Jared only smiled wider. “To the bold belongs the fortune.” I looked at him with a curious smile. “Where did that come from?”

And the world had chosen. The Scribe no longer stood behind the book. He now was the book, his form stitched into its binding, his face shifting through letters and tears. “You’ve opened the unwritten,” he intoned, his voice forming between paragraphs, his eyes stitched shut with lines of prophecy. “This page does not record. It invites. It waits for what has never been dared.”

That wasn’t just about us. That was about everything we could become. Everything we might change. Everything that could follow. The presence stilled. Then…. For the first time, It made a decision. “You will be observed.” Not a threat. Not a warning. A statement. Zara nodded slightly. “That’s fine.” I raised an eyebrow at her. She ignored me. But just as the presence began to fade, it spoke again. And this time, the words felt different. Heavier. “You are not the only variable.”