The Elemortals
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You've lost track of how long this excursion into The Library has been… Hours? Millennia? It doesn't really matter. You are looking for something old. Something hidden.
Corridors and corridors, shelves and shelves, books and books forever. All knowledge and never-knowledge is in this Library but there is something bigger, something more ancient… you know it.
It all started when you stumbled across a group of Library staff that you had never seen before…

This darker section of The Library seems promising to you. The LED lights have been replaced with oil lamps and the straight and polished wooden floorboards to tiles bearing a checkered pattern. You round a corner and see a Neircat lounging on a cart, stripes of alternating shades of purple glowing softly. You are noticed and the creature evaporates before you can make a wish. Somewhat disappointed, but not surprised, you look up from where the Neircat was lounging and see it,


The Elemortal's Shelf


As you dust off the cover of the first poem with green and golden details, you read it aloud to yourself, "Tayakc, Life. The First Brother." You think how strange it is that such short poems would be bound within hard covers, containing nothing more than a single page. The width of the spines of the books on the shelf see them more aptly described as tomes though somehow, the single pages sit snugly between their covers. As pondering this strange circumstance leads to a painful migraine, you are contented to move on without much thought.

You open the book and briefly glimpse a weathered piece of paper before a gust of wind and leaves forces you to shut your eyes. The foliage ceases its bombardment and animal calls begin to echo from within the page.

The Forest thrives beneath its view,
creatures walk with many limbs,
all the size of greater things.

Others like it have fallen prey
to one they call their own
and now it stands, a spectator
to all things beneath its shadow.

Your head begins to throb and an array of whispers surrounds you.

Now a face, covered by bone
stolen off a parent's corpse.
A glowing horn upon its head
the power of life, within its frame.

A power now sought by others.
Some wish to contain it.
Some wish to destroy it.
Some wish to free it.
And some wish to consume it.

The Gods wish to bring it home.

As you read the final line, the throbbing in your head worsens, and your vision focuses on an immense behemoth, an arboraceous colossus. Its face is a skull with a single horn, pulsing with blue energy. Beneath you is a vast and mountainous forest; though immensely colossal, its size is dwarfed by the titan in the distance. Your vision distends and becomes filled with a massive mechanical arch, swarming with people in lab coats. Within the arch lies an opening, a rift, to this fantastical jungle.

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