Oh hey there.
Have you heard of the rumours about the Far East of the Library?
No? Alright, let me tell you. The rumour goes like this: allegedly there's this Far East part in here, the Wanderers' Library. They say, it is not an actual section nor direction of the Library, but a doorway instead. A doorway to another Library. A Library of a different universal language. A Library named "Shen Zhou Shu Zhai"神州書齋. In those rumours, mysterious humanoids with hair and pupils of Void Black colour have always made their appearances.
Ah yes, you've noticed. As you see, I'm one of those humanoids of the Far East. I've come here representing the Shen Zhou Shu Zhai, and I have brought along translated books from it. Wanna take a look?
Empyrean Tree and Blood
Dreamtalks of Disasterous Beasts
Expostulation of Dreams
Cheers and Laughters
Scraps of Ashes
Bard's Strange Tales
Library of the Blessed Land
Malignant Rift
Traveller's Book
Under the Hive
The Fairies
The Asagao
Paradigm Shift
Empyrean Tree and Blood
The prosperity of the Library depends on its witnessing of everything. Analyzing of structures, seeking of cause and effect, predicting of destiny, these are the roots of the ancient empyrean tree. On the endless path or in the bottomless ocean, countless of our ancestors have committed their whole life here. Corpses, sweat, tears and blood have all become a sign, guiding the next great commitment.
Seldom when green leaves have fallen, seldom when nutrients are spilt. The Pages have collected them all, waiting until the day, when the scattered can return to their origin. And here, would be the place to cache all the lost texts and the fragmented excerpts.
Originally, for the leaf of pages and the ownerless books, the Library hadn't cared much, until the Page of the name Ebon had suggested organizing. A maniac who had given up his human body just to witness the end of heart, what would this fruit grown upon abandoned objects that he desire be?
Dreamtalks of Disasterous Beasts
Dreamtalks of Disasterous Beasts is a characteristic collection of articles with ever-changing styles. Its articles usually include the inspection into the deepest place of the world and the transcript of Dreamtalks, unique to the authors' species.
The authors Great Scholar Airalin and Great Scholar Dragostea are two Herman Disasterous Beasts of close bloodlines, and similar to the large group of Disastersous Beast wanderers gathered in the Library, they are experts in literature and morphing into butterflies. The timelines that Scholars depended on isn't the same one, but two of nearly opposite in direction. This means at some point when one Scholar had grown old, the other had turned into a child. And due to the stability of the Library's dimension, the two Scholars are able to read and write in the same place. Visitors of interest can find them at a certain villa made of ice bricks in the Library, in which when one is eating, reading and writing, the other is performing actions of the exact opposite. To identify the Scholars is proven to be difficult, but you may recognise the currently elder sister Airalin by her bird-winged back attachment and the younger brother Dragostea by his dragonfly-winged back attachment.
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Expostulation of Dreams
Time is unbiased, the rest are meanders. This book recorded the stories scattered in obliviation, warning those seeking for knowledge as the expostulation of dreams. When reading, the story of the reader himself would also be recorded in it.
The author Δελφοί, aliased Axelera and Axla, had lived in the centre of the Library's timeline as a Oneiroi. To blend into every dream in time, Axla has no fixed form, but the shape of his favour is a peregrine falcon of pitch-black feathers.
Cheers and Laughters
Different from the historic and notorious brother chip Planasthai, the Cheers and Laughters News Corporation has committed to and is handy at reporting a few things between different organizations in the Chinese region (definitely not because such field hasn't been opened up yet). In recent decades, due to the intervention of the area by jailors named "SCP Foundation", Cheers and Laughters that had nearly been broke for a few times had reborn —— thanks to the Jailors and its groups of interest, their stories of struggle have finally brought life to our news corp! Now, Cheers and Laughters has such a big influence on the Chinese regions, every month there are a lot of readers' letters incoming to express their enthusiasm (including but not limited to Galactic Federation's leaflets, St. Christina's College's letters of complaint and OB Media's lawyer's letters).
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Scraps of Ashes
The collection of books within the Library are as much as stars in the universe, but large amount of stories written by other supernatural entities are still scattered outside of the Library. They may have vanished within the river of time just like their authors, or burnt to ashes listed as scriptures of cult or forbidden books. Luckily, one of the leaders of the Reborn, Indus, had gone through hardships to save a part of it, and generously handed these precious fragments to the Library to keep.
These fragments have described what the supernatural entities that scattered across the Earth have seen and heard, along with the forgotten history of the Living Dead and the Reborn. When Mr. Indus handed these fragments over to the Library, these were the only words he has said:
“History shall never be obliviated.”
Bard's Strange Tales
Stories of the world bloom like flowers, the Library in the past favoured the extraordinary and put them into its vase.
Now that the wildflowers and the weeds are active on earth, they have their own beliefs and achieve their own wishes. The loyal walkers of the Library walk among the wildflowers to collect and record new chapters.
Bard's Strange Tales, originally named Minstrel's Sketch Book
Library's walkers on earth take records of different people and matters, assemble into collections, and spread them on earth.
When the notes are recovered from the walkers, they say,
“Humans are different from the indifferent super-intelligence, and because so, stories of men will become the new legend.”
Library of the Blessed Land
Twisted stream flows far, when had it begun? Travelers of worlds, they gather here today.
The wine cup is passed around, the wine in it is dark. Those we heard and felt, they would not be hidden in the wild.
Some would wander and sing about the world's amusement; some are far way from their home, saddened in the winds of autumn. Sometimes they would ride atop clouds and dragons exploring the sky; sometimes they would stop by the road and listen to peasants' sad and joy. Compiling great essays into volumes, combining legends into chapters; documenting history as records, with poems as intersperses. The many decades, they are endless seas of books; The surging rivers, they are altars for stars. At the Blessed Land, when the Library was established, all courses are joined together.
Seldom when two or three of luck entered the twisted path and were lost. Not long before they have gone far, suddenly they heard an old man asking, "How many books have you read?" The ones who answered, some were ambitious, some wanted to be knowledgeable, some wished to record all things in the world. Therefore, the Candlelight-hearted Old Master said:
"Travelers, why are you wandering?
Hold a lamp and enter the room, your mind will be clear."
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Malignant Rift
Dark nights, they shroud this land built by mankind; at the same time, bits of weak flame die, leaving behind silence and darkness.
Stories appear from nowhere, huddled within the shadows of men, recording the remaining humanity and darkness, whispering to the surrounding void. And the Library collects and retains them.
“Can no one ever lie in front of themselves, they will face their own darkness.”
Malignant Rift, the Library condenses the darkness excavated from the dark side of men, uses to repair the blankness of the world, remedies the broken humanity.
“Some see their own heart, some see their own bones, some did not see anything.” Stories said when they are gathered.
Traveller's Book
People have discovered ways to travel between worlds.
These people who travel, for now we shall call them "travellers". Just that the places they have set foot on isn't just what ordinary people understand as foreign lands, but elsewhere within hundreds of thousands of parallel universes. Their aim would mostly be to experience, broadening their horizons through observing worlds operating on the basis of different laws; but there are also those who felt that they have no place in their past world, and have gone for seeking a new elysian.
All in all, travellers don't have a regular team or organization, it's just a general name given to a certain type of people. And there are meddlers compiling their journals into books for successors to read. These fragments and excerpts are then unofficially called the "Travellers' Book".
Under the Hive
After the nature pried open the ancient geological strata, the full picture of the puzzle were left, and the scene transmitted by Deep Ones 2 amazed countless professionals: in the intermittent audio, a pure white metal ring surrounding a brown cube can vaguely be seen. The "ring" had already stoped moving, lying skew on the geometric body, embedded in the surrounding rock walls.
The Scuba unit module gradually closed with the air pump, and he stood on the tip of the giant armor.
We had been alive, until divine punishment comes, the new cycle begins, which is you.
ERIC had been our suit, and we had been ERIC.
Eventual polarisation, this is the world.
Him and it stood above the sea level.
Yet to come, the undercurrent still swirling.
Surging, disappearing.
This will be the proclaim.
His body fled from the Hive, returning to the damaged shell.
Sixth April 2020, the empty page were never written by humanity.
The lament of atmosphere shook the Earth.
All shall end here, all shall begin here.
The civilisation waken under the Third Age of Years of the Sun called for the Old screech, humanity wandered under the Hive, among fates.
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The Fairies
The collection here are compiled by the many of fairies that passed by. Most of them wandered among different times and dimensions, and the Library is the only intersection between these fairies' fates.
In the general perceivement of the many knowledgeable civilisation, fairies are the narrators of worlds, companions of maidens and the incarnation of love and beauty. The stories compiled by the Fairies, their protagonists are often frails, and their plot often are with fantastic magnificence and romance to the bones.
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The Asagao
The Asagao is a literature magazine published in the Wanderers Library. Even within the Library, no one knows where its editorial board is, and people know of it only by their motto, "Be the king of winds".
Scholars, writers and critics of universes and worlds could receive an article commission letter one day, signed off with the name "Asagao Editorial Department", promising payment with certain things that the person invited needed most desperately at that moment. Sometimes money, sometimes a bottle of fresh water, sometimes a piece of cloud, sometimes the freedom to dream, and sometimes a supernova out billions of lightyears.
The Asagao never forces an imposition, and instead only requests the invited to write as much as they could write before the deadline. Trying to delay the dealine or rejecting the invitation would pose serious consequences, but it seemd to have never caused any deaths yet. However, those who had experienced such "consequences" have all kept silent about it.
The content range of the Asagao is quite broad, including literature, arts, music, films and even video games, and sometimes accepting historic and philosophical works. Overall, the Asagao focuses on literature, history and philosophy, trying to build a cultural utopia far from disturbances of secularity.
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Paradigm Shift
"My Lord, my Lord, why have you forsaken me?"
There are many branches on the Yggdrasil, but no matter the branch there exist strangers who do not belong there.
Such strangers are no different than those in their homeland. They have their own experiences, they have their own dreams, pain, sadness, will and love. However, their voices are trapped in the slits between branches of the Yggdrasil, not being cared, not being attended, not even being heard of.
But this does not mean that they could not leave any traces of existence. On quite the contrary, their literature would be the proof that they had spent their time in an environment that they do not belong. Perhaps because of the brotherhood for being in the slits all the same, there came to be Paradigm Shift, the collection for stranger literature that documents their experiences and struggles.
"Those who cannot adapt to the environment would often pass away in silence, but their literature does not."
—— Page Mercuria
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