Chapter 464 Fitran Creator of the World Without Evidence
There were no announcements.
No meteors.
No declarations from the tall tower.
Yet the world began to change.
And at the center of this change...
there was no name.
No familiar face.
Only one feeling enveloped the once barren places:
"Someone we do not remember... loved us deeply enough for us to still feel their presence."
In a small town named Alvenar, a library without collections stood proudly in the middle of a square surrounded by old buildings of faded red bricks, contributing to the city's architectural historical beauty. Its tall windows reflected the sunlight, while the scent of old books and dust filled the air, creating a strong sense of nostalgia.
Yet every morning, a gentle and trembling-voiced keeper would read a paragraph from an unmarked scroll; the content was neither a lesson nor history, but rather a reminder of the profound emotional value trapped within those words.