#I'm not often physically and mentally well enough to write about my paracosm so being able to do so is nice ^^

[worldsapartof]

The Infinite Library

All libraries are part of the infinite library. Is it the sum total of all collected knowledge and artistic works across all multiverses with species of record. Its galleries and archives would put any great museum to awe. There are massive halls, living quarters and scholar's academies contained within its walls, banquet centers to pale the faces of kings and deep in arcanically maintained stacks, strange caverns and lush overgrowths of rare and exotic plants. In places, the distant bookshelves overhead fade into darkness. In others, brilliant stars and galaxies, unclouded by atmosphere, outshine the fireless candlelight.

All libraries are part of the infinite library. To reach the greater part of it, often you must step sideways or slipways or upside-down through nth-dimensional space time. Sometimes all it takes is a book to bring you there. Look up from the page again, and see great works spiraling away endlessly into quiet eternities.

Whenever I have visited, the paths I have walked have been largely empty. Perhaps that which I have sought is uncommon to seek out. Perhaps my wanderings have simply taken me far from the paths most travel. Perhaps the library itself simply provided me solitude. I know it intimately, more innately than my veins and viscera. I slip into it from my personal library, from a pile of books next to me, even from digital media storages. I think one of us may be the library, either avatar of something more vast than even the infinite universe inside us can contain, or the very library itself.

Perhaps when I next return I shall walk its paths searching for other patrons, borrowers of knowledge and time. Perhaps I have never quite left.

I am held somewhere among dustless wooden shelves and warm-toned carpet, among glittering astrolabes and observatories, behind the flower-perfumed balconies at the edges of an unbounded space. Contradiction, like in myself, is here little more than a fading dream.

Find me in a hidden-away nook there, behind a clever twisting of path and perception. We will share stories.