"How long have you been writing?"
"The beginning of the birth of this first world bubble."
"Do you know everything that happened?"
"Of course, because they are all recorded in my writing."
"I want to know your attitude towards Chasing Fire."
"An ant's death struggle? Although that was indeed beyond my expectation."
When the petite girl with short gray hair wanted to say something else, the recorder put away the quill in his hand.
"You have asked too many questions, Miss One Hundred Thousand Whys."
"I have access to your recorded letters, Mr. Encyclopedia."
The recorder closed the ancient book in his hand.
"The premise is that you don't cross the boundary of the tree, and now you have begun to touch that red line. As your colleague, I have the obligation to warn you to be careful not to be eaten by the tree."
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"I want to tell you a story, a story recorded by my own hands. His name is Ambres, and he is a father..."
