In the heart of Venice, nestled amidst the winding canals and ancient architecture, there stood a quaint barbershop known as "Wizerd Ibbre." Its faded sign swung gently in the breeze.
Bruce, a skilled barber in his fortys, was the proud owner of Wizerd Ibbre. With his steady hands and keen eye for detail, he had earned a reputation as one of the finest craftsmen in all of Italy. But little did anyone know, he had secrets no one on his world can know.
It was a quiet Sunday morning in Venice, the air tinged with the scent of salt and seaweed. Bruce stood outside his barbershop, gazing up at the sky as he awaited the opening of the portal to another world. It was a momentous occasion, one that occurred only once every two weeks, and Bruce couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement tinged with nervousness.
As the clock struck nine, the air around Bruce began to shimmer and warp, and a faint glow appeared in the air before him. The portal was opening. With bated breath, Bruce watched as the door to another world materialized before his eyes, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly light.
Meanwhile, in the kingdom of Asparia, Frederick, Marquess of the realm, sat in his home office, poring over maps and battle plans. A veteran of many wars, Frederick had earned a reputation as a skilled tactician and a fearless leader. But today, as he sat alone in his office, he felt a sense of restlessness stirring within him—a longing for adventure, for something beyond the mundane routines of courtly life.
Suddenly, Frederick's attention was drawn to a strange phenomenon—a door, appearing seemingly out of thin air, in the corner of his office. Unlike any door he had ever seen, it radiated a faint aura of magic, beckoning him to step through and discover what lay beyond.
Curiosity piqued, Frederick rose from his desk and approached the door, his hand reaching out to touch its smooth surface. With a deep breath, he pushed it open and stepped through, disappearing into the unknown.
On the other side, Frederick found himself standing in a small room bathed in soft, golden light. Before him stood Bruce, the owner of Wizerd Ibbre, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief.
Frederick being shocked, his mind going blanked. "What is this place? Where am I?"
Bruce's heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to find the words to explain. This was the first time anyone from the other world had entered Wizerd Ibbre, and he was unsure how to proceed.
"I-I'm sorry." Bruce stutterred, his hands trembling. "You've stumbled upon something beyond—a doorway to another world, and my barbershop, Wizerd Ibbre. I never expected anyone from another world to find their way here."
Frederick's eyes widened in astonishment as he took in his surroundings. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced—a place where he isnt familiar of. And standing before him was Bruce, a mysterious yet humble person who seemed just as bewildered by the situation as he was.
"I…I don't know how I got here," Frederick admitted, his brow furrowed in confusion. "But now that I am, I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Frederick, Marquess of Asparia."
Bruce nodded, his nerves beginning to settle as he realized that Frederick meant no harm. "It's a pleasure to meet you, my lord. I am Bruce, the owner of Wizerd Ibbre. I am from another world called Earth. Welcome to my barbershop."
As the two men exchanged pleasantries, Frederick couldn't help but feel a sense of wariness. Despite the unexpected turn of events, he knew that this encounter was the beginning of a new adventure—one that would allow him to have new adventures and find out the secrets about the other world.
Bruce stood before Frederick, his hands clasped together in a gesture of hospitality. "Once again, welcome to Wizerd Ibbre, my lord," he began, his voice warm and inviting. "This barbershop is unlike any other—it is a place unlike any other. Here, you will find not only skilled craftsmanship but also a sense of camaraderie." Bruce's eyes sparkled with excitement as he continued, "As my first customer from your world, I would be honored to offer you a complimentary haircut. Consider it my way of extending a warm welcome to Wizerd Ibbre and the adventures that await within its walls."
Frederick hesitated for a moment, his hand instinctively reaching up to touch his unruly hair. It was because his hair was long, dirty, and unkempt—a testament to the battles he had fought and the burdens he had carried as Marquess of Asparia. But despite his reservations, there was a glimmer of hope in Frederick's eyes as he looked at Bruce. "I must admit, Bruce, my hair is not in the best condition," he confessed, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "But if you are willing to try, then so am I. After all, they say a barber's skill knows no bounds." With a sense of trust and determination.
As Frederick settled into the barber's chair and Bruce began to work his magic with the shears, a sense of calm descended upon them both. Despite the strangeness of their surroundings, there was a comfort in the familiarity of the barber's chair, a sense of peace that transcended the boundaries of time and space.
And as Bruce put the finishing touches on Frederick's haircut, Frederick couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It was a skillful and meticulous cut, one that surpassed even the finest barbers of his country.
"Thank you, Bruce," Frederick said, rising from the chair and smoothing down his freshly trimmed hair. "You have truly worked wonders. I feel like a new man."
Bruce smiled, feeling a swell of pride in his chest. "It was my pleasure, my lord. I hope to see you again soon."
As Frederick bid farewell and about stepped out, a sense of wonder and excitement filled his heart. He knew that he had stumbled upon something extraordinary, something that would forever change the course of his life.
And as he turned to walked out of the shop, he glance back at Wizerd Ibbre one last time, he saw something curious—a shimmering light enveloping the doorway, as if sealing it shut behind him. With a sense of satisfaction and anticipation, Frederick continued on his way, eager to return to the mysterious barbershop.