I don't know where I am. The last thing I remember was a lifeless grey sky. It was a world with soulless living beings in it. I felt so tired that I thought I would die right then and there. I open my eyes to see a starry night sky above me. It felt so real for it to be a dream.

"Is this heaven?" I ask. My voice sounds rough than usual. I cough a few times to get the sounds right.

"Unfortunately, this is not heaven since you're still alive. Welcome back to the hell called 'life'." A soft voice says from a distance. I can't extinguish whether it belongs to a man or a woman.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

I turn my head to the heels' sounds. Just like the voice, I can't determine whether this person is a man or a woman. However, 'they' have an appearance that would make anyone's jaw dropped. A silk white hair that will reflect a rainbow when basked it with the light, coupled with a beautiful pair of eyes that carry the starry night sky. Plus with a skin that was clearer than any porcelain.

Even though this person was like an ethereal-like being, I don't let my guard down. My instinct that I have been horning my whole life is telling me that this person is dangerous. That alone has alarmed me to the core. Despite my wariness, 'they' still approach me steadily.

"Don't be afraid, Arluna." A soft voice spoken again to calm me down. But instead of putting my guard down, I raise it more than ever.

"How did you know my name? Are you part of those 'guys'?" As much as I want to sound normal, my hatred couldn't be hidden when referring to those bastard that made me this way.

"If I ever got involved with those Nihenians, I wouldn't have brought you here in the first place." 'They' snapped their fingers and the scenery around me changed. Before, it was just a place filled with voids, but now it has turned into a massive library that is so big I couldn't see the end.

"This is the Great Library of All Things. There's almost nothing I don't know about in this universe." 'They' hold out their hands and a book appeared.

"This is a book of your profiles. It contains about when you were born, what is your hobby, what are you doing during your childhood and many more. It basically written about your entire life up to this point." 'They' give the book to me and I start to skimmed through it.

I basically couldn't hide my astonishment. All the things written about me there is true. Including the things that shouldn't have been known to anyone but me. I look back at the person in front of me.

"Are you perhaps a God?" I ask as it was the only way I could explain it. The person chuckles.

"What 'God' is to you?" 'They' answer back with a question.

"God is someone very very powerful and all-knowing. They could never die or defeated." This is not something that anyone told me before but something that I believe from the bottom of my heart.

"Then no. I'm not a God. Unlike God, I can die. I just have a reaaaaally long lifespan. You said God should be all-knowing but I don't even know how and when this library was created. Someone like me couldn't possibly be God, right?"

"Then, have you met God?"

"It's a known fact that you could only meet your creator after you die. Just like you, I'm still alive so there's no way I would have met a God. Enough of that. I just brought you here because I need your help."

"What kind of help?"

"Let's discuss that another time. You still haven't fully recovered. You look like you're about to pass out any second. I'll bring you to your room so just relax."

"What do you mean? I'm totally fi-" I could feel my head spinning and my vision begin to blur. I feel my body collapse before everything turns pitch black once again.

. . . . .

I wake up in a surprisingly normal room. It has a bed, a bedside table, a wardrobe and everything else you could find in a bedroom. The temperature also felt normal, unlike when I first open my eyes under the starry sky which was very cold.

I get out of bed to inspect the room. The only thing that is missing is a window. Everything else looks normal without any suspicious elements. I try to open the door to look outside but it doesn't budge. This is surprising to me since I have a very superhuman strength.

"Did they use a special method to lock me up?" I try to use more strength to pull the door but it's still didn't budge. I try to break other things next such as a comb and a lamp but they didn't break.

I give up and decide to wait until someone came over. As I put back the comb and the lamp on the table, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My previous blue night hair has turned completely white. My skin is even paler than the dead and my whole being screamed 'trauma' to those who look at it.

Aside from deep hatred and anger, I don't feel anything else. No grief, no sadness, no happiness. Nothing. I lay back on the bed.

I wait for a few days but no one came. This room has refrigerator with food in it so I just eat whatever they could offer. I feel like I'm in the edge of insanity. I have nothing to do here to keep my mind from wandering off to the memory of the past. The more I replay the memory, the more I feel empty. Even my hatred and anger begin to fade away.

"I want to die. I hope I can die."

'Why do you want to die?' My inner self talk to me.

"Because it's unbearable. It's so painful."

'So you just want to run away from your reality?'

"Yes. Please. Please. Please... just let me forget all of the things I have been through. Whether it's a world of fiction or anything, I don't care. Let me free." Silence fill the room before I could feel the space around me distorted. The sight of a magnificent library that I saw a few days ago greet me the moment I opened my eyes.

I walk through shelf to shelf in search for the owner of this place. To my dismay, this place is just too vast. I think it will take years for me to search all the corners alone.

"Owner!" I shout. I don't know what else to call that person. I don't even know the gender, let alone the name. I shout for a few minutes but still no reply.

I lean on one of the book shelves to wait. Since I finally got to get out of that room, I thought it was that person who called me. But a few hours later and no one came.

"Just read the book instead of mindlessly waiting, little one."

An old voice surprise me. I look around but I don't feel any presence approaching. "Who are you?"

"I am the owner of this place. No. I am this place. I'm the Great Library of All Things. Nice to meet you."