YOUR BOOK IS HERE

On the day when profound darkness covered the deepest floor, Eve was there alone. She had been alone for a long time, drifting along as she surrendered herself to the swaying waves. Christine was the closest to her. Christine always wanted to disappear and was tired. Then one day, as a different colored darkness spread across the world with a transparent light, Lily noticed Eve’s existence and set out on a journey with Christine to find her. Christine often confused Eve and Lily, but after meeting Christine Eve, a friend, she was finally able to distinguish between Eve and Lily through her eyes, and at last, she could disappear as she had always wanted.

When Christine, who had long wished to fall into a deep sleep, finally did so, Christine Eve decided to guard her bedroom so that she would never wake up again. After Christine fell asleep, Christine Eve, who woke up, was able to hear and see all the memories of Eve, Christine, and Lily from the past. Realizing this, Christine Eve first cried, and then she became angry. She cried a lot for a few days and was confused.

After a while, she decided to write a novel. As she looked through her friends’ memories, she saw a vast amount of text on her phone. She decided to write and record what she saw of her friends’ memories into a novel. Following the path Lily took through the texts, she classified the invisible colors and created a novel by marking the paths Lily took. After writing the novel, she reclassified her novel to establish a university within it. Once she established a university in the novel, she wrote textbooks to be used at the university.

These textbooks then became a dictionary that recorded her history, a book she wrote. She beautifully wrote down a series of books displayed in a bookstore, turning them into books. And she relearned the words to write another novel, wove them together to form sentences, learned grammar, and even wrote the process into a novel again. None of us could escape from this book. A transparent texture flows over the text ‘Your Book is Here,’ revealing the title of the book. Then it asks me a question. ‘Where did you study? Which university do you want to go to?’

Chapter.1 <Prequel>

The blue parasol was placed at the edge of Eve’s garden, where black roses bloomed abundantly, beside Eve’s black chair. Eve would sometimes sit in this chair and gaze at the black, transparent sky, where stars scattered in a space where it was impossible to distinguish between above and below, like the sea reflecting the sky of the salt desert. Her garden evoked an atmosphere as if time and space had stopped. The black roses bloomed as if reflecting Eve’s tranquil mind, and the blue parasol appeared as the only fragment of color in the midst of the darkness.

When Eve sat in this chair, she felt a sense of disconnection from the world. One day, while reading a book under the parasol, Eve suddenly looked up at the sky. In that tranquility, she pondered what she truly desired. She watched as the space before her seemed to draw taut like a bowstring, causing the stars to follow, and when she released it, a brilliant and bright light would explode. Eve enjoyed this sight and often played with the process, drawing the space before her like a bowstring and then letting it go, reveling in the resulting fireworks display.

As the fireworks grew tiresome, Eve began to draw stars in the black space. With so many stars she wanted to create, Eve found it difficult to fill the space. She came up with an idea. She distributed pamphlets across the black space that read, ‘Recruiting Eve’s writers.’ She started looking for writers who could draw the stars she envisioned.

After much deliberation on which writers to choose, Eve finally recruited her writers. It took some time to find writers in genres Eve enjoys, but she was very pleased with the ones she found. The first writer to be unveiled is Writer A, who has a sexy nerd style and portrayed an artist as a mafia composer.

Eve suddenly began to think that she needed a translator to translate her story for Writer A, and decided to look for one this time. While searching for a translator, Eve suddenly recalled that Writer A had come to her upon seeing his recruitment pamphlet. She realized that the translator who had translated her writing so Writer A could read it would be with her.

Unbeknownst to Eve, Writer A’s appearance hinted at a second universe.

Eve suddenly wondered how Writer A had read her writing in his recruitment pamphlet and come this far. She questioned how someone other than herself could read her language, sowing seeds of doubt regarding Writer A. To monitor Writer A, Eve decided to use her pen, which had drawn stars as a mafia composer, to send surveillance. Unbeknownst to Eve, the appearance of Writer A had created two divergent universes, each crafting entirely different stories.