The man looked up "Oh, hello Jackson. You're here sooner than I thought." He said in a surprised yet calm voice.
I looked at the man standing before him. He stood at just over 6 ft tall and had tanned skin. He has a kind-looking face and wears old-looking glasses. He has long brown hair kept in braid, amathyst eyes and wears clothes like what you would think a librarian would wear in a fantasy novel. His voice was kind yet stern, almost like a grandfather talking to his grandchildren.
"Hi, um… where am I and who are you? God?" I asked.
The man laughed and said, "Before I answer any of your questions, why don't we go somewhere more comfortable so we can sit and talk rather than standing here."
"um... ok, but can I get your name first?" I asked.
"Ah right. you can call me Brakos now follow me I know just the place." Brakos said with a smile
We started to walk through the aisles. I could tell Brakos clearly knew where he was going because of the way he walked with confidence and didn't look around. I didn't even see any signs anywhere so I have no idea how someone can navigate this place.
Eventually we came across an open area apart from the shelves. I still could not see any walls, but in this place I saw 2 leather chairs and a wood fireplace just in the middle of the library. The fireplace had wood burning but I saw no chimney or way for the smoke to leave but somehow there was none even though it was clearly burning wood. There was a soft wool carpet in this area and a coffee table with a few pastries on it and a pitcher of cold water and glasses. The scene was very bizarre seeing a place set up like this in such a way for 2 people to talk in a such comfortable way. The fire burning and pastries and water prepared. It looked as if someone just put this out only 5 minutes ago.
Brakos sat on one chair. He saw me just staring at this place and said. "Please take a seat we have much to discuss, Jackson." After snapping out of my daze I walked over and sat down.
Brakos said "Now, to answer your third question, no I am not god, nor any god or their servants for that matter. I am the Primordial Spirit Of Time, Stories and Knowledge, but as I have already told you, you can call me Brakos." he said with a slight bow.
Jackson looked at Brakos with surprise and confusion. "I'm sorry, primordial spirit of what?"
Brakos smiled and said "One question at a time please, I will answer them all with time. Now as for where you are, this place has had many names throughout time. To name a few, The Akashic Records, The Nexus, The Collective Consciousness, The Crossroads, The Castle Of Dreams, but for simplicity, just call it The Library. As to what The Library is, it is the one place in all of existence that contains all knowledge in existence. From every person's story to all written knowledge, from how to kill a god to becoming one, how to cook a meal from literal garbage so good that you start an intergalactic war to how to pass your high school math exam with ease. It is me in the true sense and is not me as I stand before you."
I looked at this man who just dropped a bombshell on my head and had to take a minute to process what I just heard "Ok, so this place... is a library that contains all knowledge in the universe." 'I'm not going to ask about the crazy stuff yet as that will probably be answered later on.' i thought to myself
"In all of existence." Brakos corrected. "A single universe is a small thing when compared to the multiverse"
'And that answers the crazy part and… wait?!' "I'm sorry multiverse?"
Brakos smiled "Yes the multiverse is real and this library contains all the knowledge from each and every world out there with a few exceptions."