—Do all biographies work for all languages?— asked Bianca somewhat worried.

—No, thankfully you reminded me about that...— said the old witch somewhat nervously — Biographies must have the color of the cover of the language-learning book you were given.

—If we choose another color, what happens?— asked Adam, looking at the mountains, and there were some colors the teacher hadn't shown him.

The receptionist looked at the two children sternly and replied firmly:

—The cover of each biography reflects the main language of the floor where the deceased was born. If you choose a different color, you won't be able to understand the words of the deceased communicated through the biography.

—Are some biographies better than others?— asked Adam, noticing that there were too many mountains of yellow books to go through all the biographies he could select.

—They are random, but yes, there are good and bad biographies— replied the witch, looking into the eyes of the children, reminiscing her youthful years through their childish gazes — There are biographies of people who wore black robes, red ones, and there are even biographies of people with violet robes, although that last one should generally never happen. But there are also biographies of people who wore white robes...

—But why are there biographies of people who can't read?— asked Bianca, afraid of picking those biographies — I remember you said you had to receive the black robe for your biography to be here.

— I lied to you...— commented the witch somewhat remorsefully — I didn't want to tell you, but unfortunately not all students manage to receive the black robe. Just by enrolling in the school, your biography will come to this place when you die.

—Why do some students not finish their studies?— asked Bianca with concern and quite nervously — Are there exams or an age limit? The teacher never told us anything about it!

—Don't worry, don't think too much about it, I'm sure both of you will make it...— replied the old witch with a forced smile, somewhat regretful of having told the truth to the girl — Anyway: all biographies are helpful, whether black or white! What matters is that person's experience: I even personally know ascended beings who never learned to read! Not everything in life is about languages, there are many ways to achieve impressive feats in this library without knowing how to read.

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—But how did those without the black robe write their biographies?— asked Adam with doubts.

—When you use your biography, you'll figure out how they work...— said the witch in a mysterious way, while moving her hands strangely in front of the children — Go get your biographies! The best way to learn something is to discover it for yourself!

The two children went each to a mountain of the color indicated by their study books, but before they could go too far, the old witch looked lovingly at the backs of the two children and shouted at the top of her lungs:

— What's important is what you achieve, not what they achieved!

Adam walked among the mountains of yellow books, the boy had no hurry, so he searched for a good while. But the receptionist told the truth: all the yellow books were the same.

No matter how much the boy searched, he realized that all the books had the same yellow cover with nothing written on them, and apparently, all the pages of the biographies were blank, so he couldn't differentiate them from each other.

So Adam didn't know which was the best biography and which one was a useless biography. The point of indecision began to affect the boy, he took a book and then put it back, and so he continued for a good while.

Until Adam found a book exactly like all the others. The boy had simply tired of searching for an invisible treasure and decided to trust this yellow book. Adam took it, brought it to the receptionist, and said:

— I want this biography! Can I take it with me?

— Yes, it's yours for the rest of your life, but take good care of it — said the old receptionist happily, while writing something in a notebook — You are only allowed one godparent in life. You can never take another one.

Bianca kept searching, and Adam didn't want to interrupt her, so he decided to return home, that is, the cave of the old man without eyes.

The journey was peaceful, and Adam had no unexpected events until he reached the cave. The cave was somewhat different from what it used to be a month ago. Adam took advantage of having money and placed some furniture to make the cave cozier, primarily a bed, he had always wanted one, and now he could have it, so the boy didn't hesitate when he had the option.

The other important piece of furniture that Adam placed in the cave was a desk and a chair he used for studying. Adam also bought some boxes to avoid keeping everything on the floor.

—Did they give you another yellow book?— asked the old man without eyes, noticing the new book.

—A godparent, do you know anything about them?— asked Adam as he settled down to inspect his book.

—A biography, so they gave it to students...— said the old man without eyes looking at the yellow book — I know something, but not much, after all, I'm a shelf, not a librarian.