Book of Past

When I was busy browsing the pages of a book, suddenly the atmosphere in the library changed. The silence was replaced by a faint voice that seemed to be calling.

"You found what you were looking for?" a voice spoke, cutting through the silence of the room.

I turned my head and saw a figure that wasn't there before. A person wearing a dark blue robe with gold trim around the arms and neck. Her hair was long and black, and her sharp eyes seemed to bore into my thoughts.

"Who are you?" I asked, feeling a bit surprised by her sudden arrival.

"I am the keeper of this library," she answered with a mysterious smile. "Someone who looked for answers in the history books of magic. Did you find what you were looking for?"

I considered her words, hesitating for a moment before finally answering, "Some, but there's still a lot I need to learn. I want to know more about myself and why I got involved in this magic research."

The librarian nodded, "Every answer you seek is in here, but remember, knowledge is a double-edged sword. What you find may bring truths that are difficult to accept."

`Carefully, I asked, "So, who am I really?"

"The answer lies in the pages of this book," she said, touching a number of books on the shelves around her. "And also, within yourself."

With an enigmatic answer, the librarian simply disappeared, leaving me with books that contained pieces of the mystery of my life.

In confusion, I looked back at the pages waiting to be explored.

"Knowledge is a double-edged sword..." I said, repeating the words of the librarian. "What's her name again? Have i asked her yet?"

But when I try to remember it, it feels like trying to catch a fleeting image. Her name or face seemed to blur in my mind.

In the silence of the library that surrounded me again, I decided to continue reading the book "Research History". Every page I turn deepens my understanding of the journey of magical research that has been undertaken by various scientists and sorcerers over the centuries.

In one section of the book, there are notes about experiments that explored the possible limits of magic power. Some research includes the use of magical resources to cure intractable illnesses and even to create artifacts of unimaginable power.

However, the more I delved into the book, the more it became apparent that there were parts of this history that were erased or hidden. Information about experimental research using subjects with memory loss like myself seems limited, instead, the focus is more on the research results and practical benefits of magic.

In the midst of my search, I came across notes about the "Amnesia Project." The brief description mentions experiments conducted on individuals by erasing their memories to increase control over psychic magic. Surprisingly, these notes do not provide further details about how or why the project was undertaken.

As I continued to scroll through the pages, my eyes were drawn to the last chapter. "Warnings and Risks." I read carefully, looking for information that might shed light on the consequences of a project like "Amnesia." However, what was there only left more questions.

"Every action has its consequences. Erasing memories may open the door to new powers, but it can also bring great risks to the subject's emotional and mental stability. Recovering memories can cause severe internal conflict and even lead to loss of control over the magical power found."

I reflected on those words, realizing that the research and experiments that had been carried out on me were not solely to reveal the power of magic, but also carried great risks to my psychological balance and inner control.

Srek! I turned the page and saw a picture on both pages.

When I saw it, I immediately remembered something, namely the place where I first realized. The picture perfectly depicts the cylindrical glass that is part of my earliest memories.

"This..." with surprise, I read the writing next to the picture, "Frosting corpse and amnesia..."

My heart was beating fast, trying to understand the meaning of the words I had just read. Corpse freezing? Amnesia? Have I ever experienced a situation involving both?

I tried to focus my eyes on the picture, to find out more about the place where the corpses were frozen depicted on the page of the book. The picture showed a glass cylinder similar to the one I remembered, with some instruments and writing I couldn't read clearly.

With mixed feelings, I continued reading, looking for information or information that might give me further clues about the origins and experiences of this mystery.

"Glass Cylinder or what could be called a cadaver tube, this is... to freeze someone by filling it with water that has a large flow of mana so that the corpse will wake up at a predetermined time..."

Those words sent shivers down my spine. Freezing corpses to then resurrect them? How could I have gotten involved in something so unexpected and terrifying?

I continued reading, looking for further explanation about this process and whether there was any connection to the amnesia I was experiencing. However, the more I read, the more my surprise grew.

"The Amnesia Project aims to create individuals with extraordinary magical abilities, without the burden of past memories that could hinder the use of those powers. Freezing the corpse is the first step to erasing memories and starting over with enhanced magical abilities."

I read the words over and over again, trying to understand the meaning behind them. It was clear that I was the subject of this kind of project, and my memory was erased to achieve a specific goal.

However, the question that still haunts me is: Why was I chosen? And who is behind this project?

The book took me deeper into the details of a project involving freezing corpses and manipulating memories.

Descriptions of experiments, tools used, and technical details all unfold in expanding pages. However, the more I read, the more comfort and clarity collapsed in my life.

I stood up and looked around the library full of books and shouted, "Library lady!" I tried calling the guard

However, the response felt like an agonizing silence. The librarian who had appeared so suddenly, seemed to have disappeared without a trace. I felt alone in the middle of this library full of secrets and mysteries.

My gaze shifted back to the book in my hands, trying to swallow the facts that had just been revealed.

Meanwhile, chaotic questions continued to swirl in my mind. Why was I chosen for this project? Who is responsible? And is there a way to restore my lost memories?

"Library lady! Do you know anyone who has ever entered that cadaver tube!?" I shouted again, my loud voice sliding into the silent library room.

However, only silence answered. I felt like I was talking to a shadow, and uncertainty was building inside me.

In desperation, I decided to search for further answers, digging deeper into books that might reveal the secrets behind the frozen corpses and amnesia I had experienced.

While I continued to scroll through the pages of the book full of suspense, I felt like time was passing so slowly in this library full of mysteries. The atmosphere of silence and the feeling of being alone increasingly merged with my chaotic thoughts.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in a corner of the library. A person who seemed to emerge from the darkness, walked down the aisle between the bookshelves. I looked expectantly, hoping it was the mysterious librarian Miss.

The shadow drew closer, and when the dim light of the library shone on her face, I saw a woman in sparkling clothes. Her eyes were full of wisdom, and her smile showed deep understanding.

"You are looking for answers, Kratia," she said in a soft but meaningful voice.

I was astonished. "Who are you?"

"It's no one, just a soul trapped here."

Meeting this mysterious figure made me feel a mixture of worry and curiosity. I couldn't resist my curiosity to know more. "I'd like to ask!"

She nodded. "There are questions that only you can answer, Kratia. Questions hidden in your lost memories and your wounded heart."

I looked at her, trying to understand the meaning of her words. "Can you help me?"

She smiled gently. "Help doesn't always come in the form of straight answers, but in clues and questions that provoke your thoughts. Keep exploring, Kratia. The answers are within yourself."

With that, the mysterious shadow disappeared as far as the rapidly fading steps between the bookshelves.

I was left with questions that continued to wrestle in my mind, and books that were the key to truths that had not yet been revealed.

"... two people came and then left..." I muttered, trying to piece together the memories that had slipped through my mind.

Those words were like a key trying to open the tightly locked door of my memory. I pondered for a moment, trying to organize the remaining pieces of memory. However, the more I tried, the more my frustration grew.

Of course, those two people definitely played a big role in my life, but why are my memories so hard to access? Were they responsible for the experiments that made me lose most of my past?

In my endeavor to dig deeper, I again looked into the books around me, looking for clues that might bring me closer to the answers that had been hidden.

In my efforts to get the answers that had been hidden, I continued to explore the pages of the book. Every sentence, every picture, and every note became clues that might open the veil of mystery behind my buried existence.

However, the deeper I searched, the more complex the picture of my life revealed. Instead of getting clarity, more and more questions arise. I feel like I'm trapped in an endless labyrinth, chased by memories that always slide away as soon as I feel them approaching.

"There's something missing, but I can't touch it," I muttered, trying to piece together the scattered pieces of memory in my mind.

Instantly, my memory took me back to the image of the cylindrical glass and the shadows of two people who had come and gone. Do they have an important role in this experiment? And why was I chosen?

"You're my older sister friend, aren't you?" said someone in a shrill voice

< Chapter 15 > To Be Continued.