Adam spent a good while reading a yellow book at his desk. However, his face, far from showing the excitement he had before, looked quite annoyed, as if he were struggling with great frustration.

*Puff*... Adam slammed the yellow book shut and opened it again. A sad smile filled with disappointment appeared on his face as he read what was written in the book.

—Any luck this time?— the eyeless old man asked impatiently.

—No, I still can't make sense of the last paragraph of this damn story!— Adam exclaimed with exasperation. The young man knew that a change occurred when he read the whole book correctly, but he just couldn't get the last paragraph right, and the book wouldn't change.

—Try again; you can do it today!— the eyeless old man encouraged with excitement.

Adam read the last page again:

*Puff*... He closed the book forcefully and opened it again expectantly.

—Did we make it?— the eyeless old man asked impatiently.

—No!!— Adam shouted, also getting impatient. This paragraph was proving to be quite troublesome; according to him, everything he was reading was correct and made sense with the overall story, so he didn't understand what he was doing wrong.

—What does the paragraph say? Maybe I can help you...— the eyeless old man asked with annoyance, as impatience seemed to be wearing on him.

Adam opened the book and read aloud for the eyeless old man:

> "And at the end of days, the young hero threw himself into eternal emptiness, bringing glory to his people, grace to his teachers, and gifts to his brothers. His great sacrifice opened the doors to our future, and we will sing praises to his name forever. He died to save us, he died to help us, he died to become one with the library"

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*Puff*... Adam closed the book forcefully and opened it again with excitement. But once more, his face filled with disillusionment.

—I doubt you're reading it correctly, lad...— the eyeless old man said with pity, awaiting Adam's confirmation of the failed attempt.

—Which word did I say wrong?— Adam responded with frustration. His head was already burning from trying so many times.

—You didn't say any word wrong, but the last paragraph is a riddle...— the eyeless old man said with a cunning smile on his face —I understand now, it's quite intriguing. But you need someone to tell you the end of the story; otherwise, you'll never discover it yourself.

—What do you want in return?— Adam asked, anticipating the shelves' greedy thoughts. No shelf would give useful information selflessly or for free; they always had strange conditions.

—I only ask for one thing: I want to receive a 'goodbye' when you leave— the eyeless old man said with a smile, bringing out his hidden pair of eyes to see how the hero he had been raising for so many years had grown.

Adam stared at the smile and the eyes on the stone face of the old man. Tears welled up in Adam's eyes, and he shouted with emotion:

—Of course, even if your idea doesn't work, I'd say goodbye before leaving, old man!

The old man became emotional and said with a joyful voice, as if he were a bard reciting an ancient tale:

> "And at the end of days, the young hero threw himself into eternal emptiness, bringing glory to his people, grace to his teachers, and gifts to his brothers. His great sacrifice opened the doors to our future, and we will sing praises to his name forever. He died to save us, he died to help us, he died to return to where it all began!"

*Puff*... Adam repeated the old man's words and closed the book forcefully. Then, he opened it, and a giant message covered the two open pages:

> "He died to return to where it all ended!"

Adam tore out the two pages of the book, formed two cones, placed one on his head and put the other on the head of the eyeless old man, while shouting with hysterical joy:

—I did it, old man, I did it!!

—Congratulations, Adam!!— the old man shouted with excitement —You should see your robes...

Adam looked at his robes, and they were black; somehow, they had changed color without him noticing. Adam took out his godfather's biography and wrote:

'Managed to get the black robes!'

His words were crossed out, and in their place appeared:

'Congratulations, Adam! Never doubt that you would succeed! Set any goal you want, lad! Nothing is impossible in this library for those who never give up!'

The eyeless old man read the biography and murmured with a complicated smile:

—Indeed... Nothing is impossible...