*thud* *thud*
*thud* *thud* *thud*
*thud* *thud* *thud* *thud* *clank*
*thud* *thud* *thud* *thud* *thud* *thud*
the only sound resonating in these halls for eons.
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darkness as far as the eye can see.
the only light came from circles with ancient text laid on the ground. one of three working contraptions that could be found around the room.
silently performing its intended purpose.
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In complete darkness, a massive frame roamed the hallways. the formation would pulse with blue light every hour causing the massive frame to cast eerie shadows that seemed to dance along the walls. Its steps were slow and stringent, like that of a titan searching for something lost to time. It moved with a grace that belied his size, its joints were surprisingly unclaimed by time or usage. the floors didn't creak or groan under its frame as it shifted its weight with each step. There was no thought behind its movements as if no purpose to its journey existed. He simply wandered, a silent sentinel in a forgotten fortress of knowledge. As he passed through the dimly lit corridors, his massive form seemed to absorb the darkness around him, becoming one with the shadows as he continued his endless trek through the ancient halls.
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the same can't be said about the formation. Time claims all and the formation was no exception. degrading after every slumber the golem underwent on it.
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the small creatures that repaired it never repaired the formation.
they couldn't?
that was the first thought it ever had.
they say with age comes wisdom, but could it apply to a golem?
as soon as the first thought came a second followed.
if you count millennia as soon.
must preserve.
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A flashback to the golem's early days, where he functioned solely as a guard, with no sense of curiosity or awareness.
A master, A room, and A duty. a purpose it was built for and content it felt as it performed it.
but everything has to change and entropy is equal to all.
the last charge was upon the golem.
for the first time ever, he had to protect the library but he didn't have the facilities to tackle the problem. so thought it did. an unnecessary action now deemed vital for its purpose.
the second to last slumber in those walls was upon it and a plan was made.
Preserve.
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with no recollection of how it came into being. the golem started its plan.
create a new circle to charge on.
a simple plan made by a simple thought.
but how?
it had to create. a process it wasn't made for, but it did know that it all was created so it must create.
the golem decided to do something it never did in all of these eons. it strayed from the path it walked on for its entire lifetime.
to a desk, its master used before.
a pearl of wisdom starting to bud in a creation that was never supposed to possess it.
hope. another thing it was not supposed to have but it filled it for the first time ever.
on the desk?
a simple journal. or is it?