Honestly, I always loved writing and drawing. I thought it was amazing, the way any person had the ability to potentially create stories that could outlast them by decades- centuries even. I was born on Earth, but my mother was an angel from the diligentia sector of Heaven, and my father was a demon from the acedia center of Hell. I preferred a human form to anything else, and I guess that made me stand out in a family full of people whose forms were unchanged... I didn't mind, though- I felt like myself and I figured that was what mattered.

I wasn't sure what happened, but one day it was like the sky started to split. It felt like we all were forgetting something, more and more- lonelier and lonelier... I didn't know it at the time, but-

"You don't have to, but... If you're willing, you can... You can help people." Ancora looked so nervous he could faint, standing in the middle of the library with me as if to show just how much there was to take in. He seemed hesitant, but all I could do was marvel at it. Doorways that changed each time you entered, as many stories as you could imagine and even more. Of course I wanted to help! Who wouldn't? He seemed surprised, so I guess at least a few people didn't... but that just means I get the chance instead! I really only had one question...

"Can I have my own room?"

The rest has been history I guess! I guess I could go into life before the library, but... hmm- that feels a bit lengthy for here right? Plus, I'd prefer to focus on the positives! I get to hear all your stories, and I think that's the coolest thing! I hope you'll consider joining me sometime and sharing yours with me. Til then, take care and remember to indulge your passions! You never know who you might inspire.

Huh? Ancora? Oh frick, Ancora! I guess you would want to know about him, huh? Hmm... I doubt he'd mind us peeking into his own story- right? Weird how he never put it in my archive...