My Dreamstate: Tashi's Passed-On Soul-Screen (Master’s Level-1 Instructions) – Pt. 2 Ch.1. 3

Before him, the Galactic National Public Library stretched in solemn grandeur—mahogany columns rising into vaulted ceilings, their deep tones drinking in the dim lantern glow. The flickering light turned the endless shelves into silent ridges of knowledge, a landscape carved by time itself.

The library was immense, stretching into the distance beyond the reach of vision, its vastness both overwhelming and humbling. Every corner seemed to harbor new paths, each leading deeper into the heart of understanding.

The murmurs of distant scholars faded into nothing. He stood at a threshold between worlds, the Grimoire a weight in his hands—not merely a book, but a passage, a guide for the just-passed.

The Grimoire held a mysterious allure, a presence that seemed to pull at the fabric of reality itself. I could almost feel its power, as if it was a key to unlocking deeper truths, secrets buried beneath the layers of existence.

Beside him, his colleague leaned in closer. I recognized the name from the adjacent books— Professor Sid-Krats Chakran Wentz, PhD (Archaeology & Esoteric Studies). His name was inscribed in golden dust-embossed letters on the cover of a Western antique tome. From the surrounding texts, I understood—he was a Far-East Taoist Scripture scholar, an archaeologist, and a scientist involved in the Dreaming-Chakra and Meditation State Project of the Dalaï Lama.

I could sense the connection between these two men, bound by their shared pursuit of knowledge—each driven by a curiosity that transcended ordinary understanding. They were not just scholars; they were seekers of deeper mysteries, explorers of realms beyond the material world.

Dr. Sid-Krats whispered, eyes glinting with intrigue.

"I can’t wait to show you what I’ve discovered, Ron!"

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There was a palpable excitement in his voice, an eager anticipation for something monumental that had yet to be unveiled. The air around them seemed to crackle with the promise of revelation.

The flickering of the YouTube MP4 screen, 43 inches, now displaying the documentary on the Grimoire (akin to the one that Śri had dropped during the avalanche when the Jade Chakra Dragon and Drakos transformed), answered in its own way.

The screen flickered to life, as if mirroring the awakening of a dormant force, an entity that had been waiting for the right moment to reveal itself. The symbols that appeared were not just marks on a page; they were messages, alive and imbued with meaning beyond human comprehension.

The room grew still as the video flickered to life, its screen bathed in a soft yellow glow.

The golden glow bathed the room in a warm light, creating an almost sacred ambiance, as though the very act of viewing this documentary was an initiation into something greater than the sum of its parts.

Ancient symbols began to unfurl, floating across the screen like those etched into the Grimoire’s manuscript blocks, their characters shimmering with an ethereal light.

The symbols seemed to pulsate, alive with energy, as though they were speaking in a language older than words. They twisted and spiraled in ways that felt both foreign and familiar, as though the very act of seeing them was unlocking hidden chambers of the mind.

These glyphs, intricate and unknowable, danced in the air, their curves and edges bending as if alive, pulsing with colors that shifted—whispers of gold, blue, and crimson bleeding into each other. The celestial drawings, luminous and fluid, moved like a living tapestry, carrying an energy both hypnotic and incomprehensible.

The colors swirled, blending into one another in a fluid dance, each shift in hue telling a story of transformation. The shapes of the glyphs bent and stretched, their meaning elusive, yet undeniable—echoing the ancient wisdom hidden within the Grimoire.

Prof. Ron’s eyes narrowed, a mix of awe and wariness in his gaze.

I could feel his hesitation, the weight of the moment pressing on him. He understood the significance of what he was witnessing, but there was something unsettling about it. The knowledge he was about to uncover was not just academic—it was transformative.

“This… This is not merely an ancient record. It’s an instruction,” Dr. Sid-Krats murmured, tilting his head as if straining to hear something beyond the screen. “Not just a book of the past—it’s alive.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. This was not a simple historical document—it was a guide, a map to navigate the realms between life and death, between the physical and the spiritual. And as I watched, I knew that the journey was just beginning.