[Old Days... Lingering Light...]
[A cluster of stars... Position...]
[...…]
Feeling these disparate pieces of information coming through.
Tuck felt a deeper aspect of these messages within the information.
That was whether it was safe to be absorbed.
About a dozen minutes later.
Tuck severed the Puppet Silk Line and began to sort through the information of his Spiritual Perception.
"First of all, I can be sure that even if I am absorbed, it's safe."
"This book is both a story and a world in itself."
"It chronicles the story of the stars that, even after the curtain falls in the starry sky, still emit the lingering light of the old days."
"The book is more like a key, a doorframe."
"It requires me to make a choice …"
Tuck shook his head gently.
"The story within the book is already drawing to an end."
"By the time I arrived, the cluster of stars had already fallen."
"All that remains is the lingering light of the old days."
