I am a white marble statue that sits in the corner of Shelf West 04156U, watching all wanderers who cross my area. Sometimes, I ask myself where everyone else is, and why no one wants to come here anymore. The last human I saw was just about 3 days ago, who meandered in and left without a book or work in hand. I, personally, am thrilled with all the peace and quiet. I sit and document my experiences, waiting for someone to come by and pick them up. Of course, Many people would assume a statue wouldn't contain a soul, but I do. I think, and I need sustenance. But not in the form of food, as humans do. I merely require my own thought to keep me going. The second my mind goes blank, that is the moment Cognitas is no more. Ah, I'm sorry, I think formalities escaped me! My real name is Cognitas, but most people just call me Dave. Now, of course, this name changes quite often, as "David" wasn't a name until the 6th century.
Now, that's enough about me, let's go over what you're really here for: the creation of The Library
The creation of the library spans quite a bit. Let's take a trip back to the beginning of time… Where me, The Divine, and The Keeper were the only things in the void that was the universe we know today. Every day, all we did was converse. It is the thousands of years I spent conversing that gave me my love for speech and the pen. We had, completely honestly, just got bored. We needed a "passion project," something to do. So while The Divine was creating the earth, sun, moon, and the other planets, The Keeper and I were busy making the library. When the building was complete, the earth wasn't finished. Putting The Library somewhere hard to access was not something we intended to do, so we decided to put it in our own little pocket of the void. We put a portal on earth, once it was done, and considered it the end of creating The Library. Now, we just needed to know what we should put in the library. After watching humans create their own libraries and make their own forms of magic, we realized that The Library should have all the information humans need. The epiphany came from humans searching far and wide to find information on one item. We thought it would be a nice thing to create one place with all of the information. A human, god, or beast could find stories filled with wonder, beautiful works of art, academic books, poems, anything under the sun that gave people knowledge. I do dearly hope this satisfied your hunger for the creation of the library, and a bit about myself, the odd statue that a select few call Dave.
On the streets of the city of al-Azbah, there's a single torch that has never gone out. Supposedly, the day that it is extinguished is the day that the world begins to tear itself apart. Supposedly.
On the warm, bright morning of July 12th, 7:00 AM GMT, the flame started to flicker, and its bright orange color began to reduce into nothingness. It had ceased to exist, it was no more. Now, this was so dang important, because, apparently, the world ends when it is extinguished. One could argue that we would never know until the flame was extinguished, and we were about to know its cruel answer. The flame-watchers, the hundred-strong task force responsible for seeing to it that the flame was never tampered with or extinguished, was in a frenzy. I personally didn't think much of it, it was all a bunch of hyper-religious BS. But, they had a reason to believe that it was tampered with, and "didn't really count." Now, tell me, is there a set of rules for how the world ends? If it ends, it ends, damn it! We spent years trying to make the flame eternal, to shield it from all harm, but it's a flame. It'll go out, and that cannot be changed. When the head flame-watcher ran out of the Eternal Hall (twenty percent of our fucking tax money went to putting another snack bar in for the flame-watchers) and shouted, "The end is here," everyone thought that staring at a fire 16 hours a day for 18 years made a couple screws on his top floor loose, but he was right. Immediately after, there were cataclysmic earthquakes, deadly monsoons, and thirty people just up and died, right in front of me. so I thought, "Hmm. I see my friends and family being ruthlessly killed. I need to get the hell out of there," So, I did. I made it to The Library's portal in my town, and I've been living here the past couple of months. My home is no more. I doubt that anyone cares, as there's an infinite amount of earths whose flame hasn't gone out yet. You see, I've been doing some research, and there's a lot of universes. Think of our universe as a tesseract, but instead of every face being one galaxy, make every atom of that trillion square mile its own universe. So, I can just chill in whichever one I'd like. I don't have friends, my parents disowned me when I was four, so I doubt I'd have or make a connection on any one of them. And now; We're here. I've told my story, and I've got to get a move on. I have more earths to live on, more flames to extinguish.
Hey there, sport! It's your friendly pal, Daisy. I'm here to show you the ropes of managing the library!
Managing the works
Keeping the works within the library clean and safe are a must. Here, I'll show you how to take care of (almost) every work in The Library!
Printed works
The printed works in our library make up almost fifty-nine percent of everything in the library! So, it makes sense that a lot of your time here will be spent managing the printed works.