It was a magnificent glass elevator that offers an unprecedented panoramic view of the surroundings as it gracefully descends. Everyone found themselves suspended in mid-air, floating effortlessly down the vertical shaft.
But as it descend down lower and lower, a new scenery unfolded. An underground city, or should I say facility. But what was strange, I saw one gigantic tall tower that reach toward the rocky ceiling, encapsulate with glowing blue particles.
Wasn't that blue particles narrative energy? An essence of one spirit?
Suddenly, an information intuitively arrived to me through Ivan's knowledge. The tower that stood out from the rest was what harvesting the planet's Narrative energy. Since the information I seek arrived to me whenever I seek it, it meant that the host of this memory already knew this information but at this time she didn't know it was called Narrative energy yet.
