Just as the stars are the same hydrogen that birthed them, the ego is the same as the stories that birthed it.

But what if those stories wither, wilt, and fall away?

It is so cold here.

What is a librarian without books?

I remember an instance where I entered a room immediately outside my area; and I grabbed a book.

I was a little more green back then; didn't really understand how the Library works. My reasoning was that I could speak the Codex perfectly well, surely I can read a book written in the Codex.

Librarians have the duty of organization, but since time doesn't really exist in the walls of the Library, there's really no deadline or pressure to do our work.

Maybe it's because of that I oft find myself wandering outside of my area.

I was feeling a particular kind of exploratory, and was perusing books at random.

There is no telling what a book will be in the Library. I've opened books that contain dense mathematical symbols and complex derivations for concepts such as 2 + 2 = 4

I think I heard singing.

It burnt through the silence like a spark on dry tinder.

All the Librarians I could see froze in place, silently listening to the melody.

It was sad, or melancholic, or happy or mellow. I can no longer quite recall. It reminded me of the jasmines back home.

I saw a Librarian who was a flower. She was very pretty.

I said before that I was given the responsibility for 20 rooms, this is not really entirely correct. I was assigned to a group that holds responsibility over those 20 rooms that represent the sum total of what humanity can learn.

It took some getting used to but the Codex lacks any and all tenses. Rather, it doesn't have a notion of time at all. There is nothing that was, nothing that will be, only that which is.

This may seem strange to you, but time doesn't really exist in The Library in the same way.

The language's name is pretty much impossible to translate. It took me months of meditation before I could grasp the entire concept. Possible translations are, "The Language Of The Soul", "The Last Light in A Starless Sky", "A Child's Laughter At Sunset", or "The Codex Of All Knowledge"

Because we cannot speak, there is a special language used by the Librarians to communicate. It is a sign language, although calling it that is a little deceptive.

There is no sound in The Library. You notice it almost immediately. When you walk there is no sound, when you brush past something there is no sound. I once ran as fast as I could, clapping my hands with as much force I could muster. Not a single sound came from my ruckus.

Of the infinite rooms within the library, I was given the duty of managing only 20. I asked my senior why, and she said that the rooms I was managing were all the thoughts that humans could possibly conceive of. I asked why not the others. She said that my biology limits me.

I have found myself working at The Library. It doesn't have a name because the Library is all that there is, and all that they will ever be. This confused me initially, if the Library is all that there is, then where did I come from? I was not raised in the Library.