TRANSCENDENCE 10

Savannah's entire body aches. Some exhaustion lingers over her, inexplicable and heavy. It's like a wet blanket on her shoulders, anchors on her wrists, rocks in her stomach. She cannot move - not with the knowledge that plagues her.

But yet, she thirsts for more. That determined lust for power inside Savannah drives her forward, and slowly, she drags herself out from her hole in the wall - today's 'home'.

Byson is bright and cheery with the late morning sun but Savannah doesn't notice it. Her thoughts blur her vision - the sudden realization of the workings of time have completely changed her perception of the world.

But it's incomplete. There's something missing in this piece of knowledge, and Savannah needs to unlock it.

She stares towards the llibrary, and finally, she's drawn in despite her atempts to resist. She just has to.
(Savannah)
The library feels smaller, but an enormous power is concentrated within it. It's the one place where keepsakes from every point in the timeline meet together. Fates and destinies mash, where individuals wrote down their ideas to congregate in one place. The great library is the one space where Savannh thought to be the most connected to the flow of time.

But when she begins to scour the shelves for a search of information in her delimnia, she finds nothing. Nothing she didn't know, nothing she hadn't seen or discovered. She devours every page hungrily, but they offer no sustinence to her growing lust for knowledge - they cannot satisfy her.

Her search grows desperate. Savannah spends days, weeks, scouring history books, biographies on powerful magi, records of magi registration cards from certain periods in time when they were required - yet, she finds nothing.
(Savannah)
Her search slows down considerably. Hope is dim. Savannah grows exhausted - it feels like an eternity has passed since she had first walked through the library. Her stomach growled and her eyes burned but she dare not stop. She had little time in this world, and she couldn't waste any of it.

Time was resolute, she was not. Time would never end, she would.

And she needed to know everything about it in the short lifespan of a magi-blooded human.
(Savannah)
But when the light is the dimmest, when Savannah is just about to set the last book down and leave for good, a single word breathes off the page to her. Her hands quiver and her breath grows shaky when she sees it -

transcendence</>.

The corners of the book's pages grow brown with the sudden heat her body gives off - immediately, Savannah struggls to keep it under control. She can't risk this. She wouldn't dare. She begins to desperately scour the book, searching for answers, but all she can find is a single name, repeating over and over, refusing to quit resonating within the walls of her thoughts:

Meran.

What a vague name, what a boring name. Based on the publishing date of the book, Savannah could guess the person was long dead.

She flipped back with great fervor, searching for the very first occurance of that word, where her heart first began to beat with excitement.

transcendence.

She underlined it, circled it, highlighted it. She needed to know more about it. She needed to understand it. She needed to transcend.
(Savannah)