Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

Writing is my hobbie, to forget about everything... 
In the endless corridors of the Library I walk and walk, my hand brushing against the books that might not be found anywhere else. Books that are a thousand years old, and books that just appeared..
I go to my room with a table and a bed, and get out a ladder. On the roof of the library is a trap door, I open it and get out. 
This place is so beautiful. A partial net of blue spheres-universes-appear above me, in the endless black Abyss that stretches out forever. 
The souls of the ones who die fall from above, but the net of universes breaks their fall, so every soul gets a new body in a new universe, or maybe even in the same universe as they lived their past life. 
This is the home for the Storyteller. 
I am the Creator.