"Creator, why do you always speak of a 'Utopian System'?"
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Cassandra sat alone in her chamber, two books cradled in her hands like precious relics: the Genesis Book and another, more enigmatic tome… the Creator's Diary.
Both had once belonged to Fathoran, and now they were her most prized possessions.
With reverent care, she opened the Creator's Diary. Its pages revealed a chaotic, cramped script that seemed to dance across the parchment. These were the notes God had left for Fathoran during humanity's first years of training, a treasure trove of divine wisdom and, perhaps, madness.
Cassandra's eyes devoured the first page for the umpteenth time, her gaze hungry for any morsel of insight she might have missed before. It spoke of 'other worlds', a concept that still stretched the boundaries of her understanding.