We lived in the spaces between words. You might think such an existence limiting, but the opposite was true. We were never lonely; never bored, unaffected even when the library of Alexandria turned to ash.True that the sentimental among us mourned its loss, but our universe has aways been one of infinite possibilities.
We simply sought out new digs, not only between words written in books or carved in stone,.but those you're speaking right now, thinking right now, or inputting on your computer. At times, we branched out even further.
Let me tell you a story.
What happens in the next chapter?
This is the end of the narrative for now. However, you can write the next chapter of the story yourself.
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