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You found your way to the library of lost souls. Don't be frightened, I will guide you. Let us figure out what is bothering your wayward soul, and put your heart at ease <3

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  Ah, there you are. Welcome, traveler. It seems you've found your way to the library of lost soul. Not many stumble upon this place. Only those who truly seek something. Something forgotten. Or perhaps they didn't even know they'd lost it. But fear not, for every soul that enters is welcome. Come closer. Don't be shy. This library is unlike any other you've encountered. The shelves are endless. The books, ancient. And the knowledge here? Well, it's as vast and mysterious as the stars themselves. But tonight, you are the only traveler here. It's just you and me. Look around. Do you feel it? The weight of the stories. Each book here holds a memory, a fragment of somebody's life. Sometimes they're joy, sometimes they're heartbreak. They're not just books, they're echoes of the past. This one here, do you hear it calling? Sometimes the books choose you. Let's take a closer look. This book belonged to a young poet. Her name was Amelia. She lived long ago in a quiet village by the sea. She would sit by her window every evening, watching the waves crash against the rocks, her heart heavy with dreams she'd never dared to share. Listen closely. Can you hear it? She wrote poems of love, of longing. of a life she wished for, but could never grasp. One evening, under a pale moon, she tucked her little book of poems into a bottle and cast it into the sea, hoping someone, somewhere, would find it. No mortal ever did. But now, it's here. A fragment of her heart, preserved here, forever. Do you see the ink stains? The smudges where her tears fell? She poured herself into this, her soul forever captured in these pages. But that is just one story. There are thousands here, millions even, all waiting to be read. And remember, shall we find another? This way. I walk these aisles all day. Reading books from others'paths. On the contrary, I find it quite lovely. I've never had a mortal life myself, but I've learned that they're quite beautiful, even in the sad moments. Do you feel this one calling? Shall we take a look? Hmm... This one is of a young princess, Ambrosia. She ran away from her palace and boarded a ship, not knowing that it belonged to an infamous pirate captain. When she realized this, she became afraid, so afraid that she hid. below deck, until one day, the pirate captain found her. But instead of throwing her overboard, the pirate captain offered to let her stay, to live a life anew. She was so overjoyed because she had found her rightful place. This year, this is the letter she wrote back home, telling her family and her people that she would not go down the path they had set for her. That she had found true love, and she was starting a new life, a new leaf. There is so much joy. but also fear of the unknown trapped in these pages, in these simple words that she's written to her family. Reading these makes me yearn for the mortal realm, but I'm also happy to be here, where I can enjoy many stories. Instead of only living just one life, shall we find what you're looking for? Perhaps you've come here searching for something you've forgotten. A memory long buried in the sands of time. You see, this library isn't just for others. It's for you, too. Your story, your memories, they're here as well. Do you hear that? I think the book is calling for you this time. Let's find it together. Ah, here we are. I knew it wouldn't hide for long. Hmm. Your book is unique. The cover is worn. But the pages, they look untouched, as though it's been waiting for this moment. Shall we open it together? Hmm. It's empty. Curious, isn't it? But don't be alarmed. Some books in this library are still writing themselves. This one, your book, is still unfolding. The choices you've made. The moments you cherish. Even the ones you'd rather forget. They're all finding their way into these pages. Look closely. Do you see it? Words are beginning to appear. Little fragments, like stars in the night sky. Memories you thought you'd lost. Moments you thought had slipped away forever. They're preserved right here. What is it that you've lost, dear traveler? Why have you ended up in my library? Have you lost your way? Your spark? Your ambition? All. Dear traveler, I have seen so many humans come through here. They all feel similar, like their path isn't certain, like they've made some sort of mistake, or lost their way, like they're failing. But let me tell you something for certain, they were not, and you are not failing. These things They seem permanent, but truly, they are not. You are finding your way. Your book is being written. As we speak, that is something to be proud of, not ashamed. Your story is far from over. This book will continue to write itself, as long as you live. Capturing every triumph, every heartbreak, every quiet moment in between. And should you ever feel lost again, know that the Library of Lost Souls will always welcome you back. For now, though, it's time for you to return to your own world. Take what you've learned tonight, and hold it close, dear traveler, until we meet again.