Today is a commemorative date. Families are gathered, sounds fill the streets, and the day is still bright.

A young man can be seen walking toward a bookshelf inside a massive library.

He looks visibly lost. The library is immense, with countless corridors, each lined with shelves containing books arranged in alphabetical order, from A to Z.

At the entrance of each corridor, there is a plaque displaying a letter, indicating the initial of the books found there.

The young man finds himself in the corridor marked with the letter "H", searching for books that start with that letter.

An older woman, not particularly beautiful but far from unattractive, appears to be in her forties. Her brown hair, black eyes, and slightly wrinkled forehead suggest her age or perhaps the wisdom gained through life's experiences.

Likely the librarian, she notices the young man's confusion and approaches him.

With a gentle smile reminiscent of a mother's warmth, she asks "Young man, you seem a bit lost. How can I help you?"

"I'm looking for books about ancient history, specifically the year 2222," he replies.

A bit surprised, the woman responds: "Young people like you are always fascinated by tales of heroes."

As she speaks, she walks toward the shelves, stopping midway down the aisle, where small labels beside the books read "History."

The young man smirks internally and replies:

"I'm not particularly interested in that. I'm just curious. In school, at home, everyone repeats the same stories, but I've never really known everything. So, I decided to see for myself."

Nodding in understanding, the woman remarks with wisdom: "Well, history always captures events. We are shaped by stories, and events are stories. As long as you enjoy reading or telling a story, history will always be entertaining."

She locates the books he's looking for and asks: "Here they are—nearly ten books in total. Can you manage them on your own?"

The young man nods, inspired by her words. I think I'll come here every day to read. Thank you for your help. I'll take them to the table now. Thank you so much, ma'am," he says, bowing his head in gratitude.

"No problem, young man. The feeling of knowing you've helped someone is the best remedy. Enjoy yourself" she says as she steps away.

At that moment, the young man stacks the ten books one on top of the other and carries them to a nearby table.

Sitting down, he opens the first book in his hands, reading silently. The title on the cover reads: "The Perspective of History."