The story you are about to read is a collection.

A collection of ideas.

None of these ideas are particularly unique or, for that matter, good.

But, the story you are about to read is, if nothing else, rather unique.

My hope is that you enjoy this story. But, even if you don’t, thank you for reading!

A Great City

Somewhere, within a world that exists within yet another world, there lies a desert.

A vast desert. A grand desert.

A beautiful desert.

Right within this desert, and right within the sand and wind and haze, there is a city.

A city known as “Solara Aminom.”

No one knows who granted this city such a name.

And, in truth, no one knows who constructed the city.

The city was abandoned long ago.

And yet, the silver skyscrapers and rustic homes, among so many other gifts, remain standing.

Stained with rust and sand, existing within moments of aging and passage, but still standing.

Our concern is not with these silver skyscrapers and rustic homes.

Rather, our concern is with a space that lies beneath Solara Aminom.

A space that is, in effect, a network of spaces.

A network of spaces that can be described as “infinite” and “endless,” among many other terms.

Our concern is with this network of spaces and, in turn, a space that exists within this network.

A Network Of Spaces

Right within the very depths of Solara Aminom, there is a vast network of spaces.

A vast network of spaces that may, in truth, be infinite.

Some of the spaces that compose this network are as follows:

• Sewage Tunnels
• Ventilation Shafts
• Pits
• Chasms
• Caves
• Elevator Shafts
• Underwater Chambers
• Conventional Hallways
• Stairways
• Driving Tunnels

And so on and so forth.

Each one of these spaces leads deeper and deeper, within the city’s infinite network.

To access the initial spaces that compose this network, one can perform one of the following acts:

• Open a manhole cover and, then, climb down the ladder.
• Dive into the sewage system of one of the city’s many abandoned buildings.
• Crawl through a ventilation network that leads into the sewage system.
• Crawl through a pipe that leads deeper into the sewage system.
• Climb down one of the city’s many industrial landfills.

And so on and so forth.

Everyone’s journey within this network is different.

Some of those who wander through the network find themselves in a library.

A library that begins as a rather conventional space, akin to what the network offers.

But, this library is special.

Special in a way that requires significant elaboration.

The Infinite Library

Right within the network of spaces underneath Solara Aminom there is a library.

But, as the title of this section suggests, this library is no ordinary library.

Rather, this library is an infinite library.

A library with a beginning but, in truth, no end.

Greater than the infinite universe above, and far more vast than even our most grand mathematical formulations of infinity and eternity; this library is a work of transcendence.

A work of transcendence that, in existing within the Platonic form of transcendence, succeeds in transcending.

Transcending all that can define a library and, in turn, all that must define a library.

Right within this library, there is the form and aesthetic of a library, yet there is that which goes beyond the finite conception of what a library is and, in turn, must be.

Our engagement with this notion cannot be confined to the sections below. But, we will further clarify this notion and, in turn, the truth of this library and its transcendence.

Old And Forgotten, Yet Alive

A visitor will, upon entering the library, find themselves in a space.

A space marked by concrete floors and concrete walls; an assortment of wooden shelves, all filled with books of various shapes and sizes; the sound of running water.

And so on and so forth.

Right within this space, there are tall ceilings and open passages.

And, yet, the space is cramped.

The ceilings that serve as the seven floors above this concrete floor are made of old wood.

Old wood, stained with rust and water, that are too close to the ground.

Some must crouch, in order to reach the ladders that reach these floors.

Right near the edge of these floors, just past the steel and wood railings, there is a view of the stained, cracked concrete walls and, in turn, the leaking pipes that exist all across their aged surfaces.

Within the spaces that exist beyond these edges and railings, there are shelves.

Shelves made of old wooden boards and bits of discarded metal.

On these shelves, there are books.

Many, many books.

Going over the names of these books, and the unending possibilities they contain, would be a fruitless task.

But, what can be said is that these books are beautiful and, in turn, remarkably vast.

Or, perhaps, rich; that is a better word.

Rich with concepts, ideas, possibilities, potentials, images, sensations; and so on and so forth, endlessly and infinitely; ad infinitum.

Regardless of this fact, though, there is another fact that we must clarify.

You can wander through these spaces for quite some time.

A number of hours, that is to say.

But, you will reach the end of this particular space.

And, with that, you will reach the end of the library.

Or, rather, the perceived end of this library.

You see, on the seventh floor, there is a door.

A door that exists right behind an old shelf.

Right within this door, there is a passage.

A passage made of stone and metal that leads to a single elevator.

No, not an elevator: a dumbwaiter.

You can use this dumbwaiter to descend.

To descend, deeper and deeper, into the library.

And, then, you will reach the furthest destination.

The furthest destination this dumbwaiter can take you.

A Grand Space

Within the furthest destination, you will find a white space.

No, that is not true; you will find a network of white spaces.

Spaces with bright, white floors and walls; fluorescent lights that emanate white and vague shades of orange/yellow; as well as bright windows that reveal other white spaces.

Each one of these spaces is connected by a vast network of white hallways.

Right within these spaces, there are a great many things.

Some of the things these spaces contain are as follows:

• A collection of computer terminals.
• A network of computer arrays.
• A wealth of micro-arcologies.
• A system that produces, and then transfers, silver spheres.
• A plethora of comfortable chairs and desks.

And so on and so forth.

Our concern is, for the moment, on the micro-arcologies within this space.

Each one of these micro-arcologies serves a purpose: the growth of silver spheres.

Silver spheres that are grown from an infinite matrix of information.

All of this information is grown within the network of computer arrays.

Every single facet of this information is given form within the micro-arcologies within the space.

And, within a manner of seconds, a silver sphere is born.

Every silver sphere is unique and, as such, serves a unique function.

No matter the function, though, one thing is apparent: every silver sphere serves as a source of infinity.

A source of infinity and, in turn, a form of infinity.

A single silver sphere may, perhaps, contain an infinite number of games.

A neverending wealth of games that you can play, explore, and dive into, among other things, for trillions upon trillions of years, millenia, eons, kalpas, eternities; and so on and so forth, endlessly and infinitely; ad infinitum.

Right within every game, there exists an infinite number of sets, series, lists, arrays; and so on and so forth, endlessly and infinitely; ad infinitum.

Every single one of these categorical forms contains an infinite number of new, unique games. And, in turn, every single one of the games within these forms contains an infinite number of sets and series, among other forms, that contain an infinite number of games.

And so on and so forth, infinitely and endlessly; ad infinitum.

Every single one of these silver spheres — and, perhaps, games — offers an infinite wealth of:

• Possibilities
• Paths
• Potentials
• Experiments
• Experiences
• Gifts
• Blessings
• Novelties
• Symbols
• Concepts

And so on and so forth, infinitely and endlessly; ad infinitum.

Just as an example, there is a game that enables someone to conjure an idea or method that, in turn, allows for an infinite wealth of concepts, not unlike the “sets and series” conception, to arise with ease.

And, well, that is just one thing, out of so many.

The true gift of this space is, perhaps, the fact that every silver sphere is unique.

Or, at the very least, they can be unique.

A silver sphere may contain an infinite number of films or books or worlds or stories; and so on and so forth, endlessly and infinitely; ad infinitum.

But, of course, the silver spheres, and the space they exist within, is just one space.

One space, out of an infinite abundance, within the library.

And, in turn, this library is just one space, within the infinite network of spaces right within the very depths of Solara Aminom.

Solara Aminom is, in turn, just one city, within the infinite vastness of Acala.

And, with this in mind, Acala is just one world, out of an infinite number, within our universe.

Our universe is, within this same line of thought, merely one vastness, within an infinitely greater assortment of vastness’.

And so on and so forth, infinitely and endlessly; ad infinitum.

Conclusion

Thank you so much for reading this story!

My hope is that you enjoyed its imagery and ideas.

Even if you didn’t, though, thank you for reading!