You’ve probably never heard of the Library, but maybe you’ve glimpsed it. It dwells in a sliver of infinity that fills the overlooked cracks of reality: between ideas and reality; between motions and acts; between a concept and the creation; between the spark of emotion and the response it ignites.
It’s always been there, and every now and then someone falls into it, called down a side alley that never should’ve been there, or up a staircase that wasn’t noticed before, or on the extra page of a well-loved novel. It hides in plain sight that way, and lures to it individuals of particular skills–or particular tragedies.
In its halls lives every story that ever was, is, and will be.
Even the broken ones.
But shattered stories are a problem for the Library. Something lives with it in the unseen spaces, and hungers to consume what the Library protects, and unmake it entirely. Only by wrapping itself in whole, finished chronicles does the Library stand secure, its walls formidable, the precious ideas within intact. Each story left unfinished gives cracks and seams that the Emptiness can squeeze through and exploit. Too many of these, and the Emptiness will surely prevail.
A war is being waged in the unseen spaces of reality: between potency and existence; between essence and descent; between premise and plot. And every war needs soldiers.
You’ve probably never heard of the Library… but it’s heard of you.
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