If enthusiasm had a name, it would be 'Liza'!

  'So many skills! Or can this really be counted as many? I haven't seen enyone else with skills, or anyone else at all for that matter, so...? Bah! I'll just dub myself the Skill-God and get on with it.'

  Mentally pasing back and forth, Liza contemplated the text.

  ''The Librarian' looks like it's being used like some kind of title... Seems pretty heavy with all the 'musts'. 'Must ensure that blah', 'Visitor blah', 'It's super important to have impeccable form on a unicycle blah'.'

  She sighed.

  'Level one. I guess that means I'm weak as a toad. What's a toad? Geez. Also... My Stamina... IS 10!? That's equivilent to constantly having an asthma attack!! Does this box want me to die??? I don't have my inhaler! What's an inhaler!? Gah! Also...'

  Her 'eyes' dropped down to the Movement stat.

  '0!!???!? How is that even possible!? I'm moving around just fine!!'

  As if to prova a point, to no one, Liza began zooming around the room, not feeling tired whatsowever as she ducked under the chair and looped around the table.

  'See!?' She yelled, to no one.

  It was strange, though. She didn't notice any drop in her stamina when she flew around, and she didn't feel tired, but she had felt tired a while ago after recovering that memory. So what made the difference? Not content with simply letting the matter go, Liza reflected on the differene between the two, and quickly came to a satisfactory conclusion.

  It was will.

  Will made all the difference. She moved as fast as she possibly could, willing herself to go beyond the base-line speed she had normally, and after using up all the little will she felt she had, she was exhausted, and passed out. She didn't know if the 'passing out' part was because of the memory, as even now, simply thinking about the name she had given herself made her feel a headache coming, or if it was because she ran out of her meeger ten points of Stamina.

  Maybe it was a both. Who could say?

  Her Intelligence stat was way more assuring, however, as it was a whopping twenty! She had to say, she did feel rather smart... She didn't know how smart she'd been before, but-

  Before... Before..........

  A wicked headache took over her mind, and she did what could only be described as 'mentally keeling over'. A few fleeting images of something golden and bright, like the little candle on the table times a gazillion and more, something lushious and brown that flowed in the wind. Wind? What was wind? Then something blue, something.... someone?

  Panicking, Liza forced all thoughts out of her head, feeling like she'd just seen something which she should not have.

  The second she willed herself to forget, the pain and befuddlement immediately stopped. It was so sudden, Liza simply looked around the room confused for a second. It was like the pain had never been. Curiously, she tried carefully thinking back on what she'd seen, and IMMEDIATELY regrettet it.

  After a minute more of headaches, she vehemently decided to move on and figure it out on some later date and let her future self figure it out. If there even were dates here, as there quite literally was no sun, or even a planet that she could tell. There was only the room. There was only the book. There was only her.

  That, somehow, made her both relax and feel slightly concerned.

  'I mean, how am I supposed to cater to guests when there's literally no one here? She looked around, exasperated. 'There isn't even a bloody door!'

  She double sighed.

  'Anywho. Alright. Vitality is Health, I assume. Stamina is Will, or endurance, or some such. Magica...'

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  Now, magica was a mystery, even to the newborn Genius. She truly had no idea what it could even be. She could easily tell it had something to do with magic, but she didn't remember exactly what 'magic' was, which was odd, though not exactly deviant from her current theme. If she were to put a word on it, then... it felt like... power? Feelings? She couldn't really tell. It was somewhere inbetween both of those and something else entirely, like some kind of ethereal energy. It was a nice feeling, and one that pleasantly filled the room.

  Going down the list, she skimmed over the easier to explain stuff once again, like Perseption and Resilience - although, exactly what she was meant to Percieve and exactly what being 'being resiliant' entailed, she didn't know. Intelligence was intelligence. There really wasn't any more that needed to be said.

  Her Movement being as abysmal as it was made sense to her too, she relente. She was, in essense, a room, after all, and rooms don't have a reputation of hopping around, as far as she was concerned. Which was the plops.

  She read on to the skills, and there truly were a lot. Liza honestly didn't even know where to start. There were so many, and there were so nuanced, that though she loved a the challenge, it was going to be difficult to get the hang of things.

  But it was fine. She was only at level one - to not know things was okay.

  ...

  ... It was...

  'It is NOT OKAY! I wanr KNOWLEGE, god dang it!'

  She panted internally. She would learn the inns and outs of that blue box if it was the last of her.

  It was clear as day she was meant to dedicate her life to nothing more than being the best possible Librarian. And library. And book? ...

  Which she was fine with. She didn't know why she didn't have a problem with that, nor did she feel that that fact was particularily offputting. It just felt right. It felt true. She pointedly ignored the slight discomfort in the back of her mind, and started strategizing.

  'Alright, so if I'm intended to be some kind of Godly Librarian person, thing, which my skills are pretty much making clear as possibly can be, I need to come up with a plan. The skills said I must be 'highly adept at planning', so... What do I need, and what do I need to do?'

  First of all, I gotta zhoosh this place if I want to get any visitors. Maybe add a potted plant, or something. What's a- nevermind. I don't know how, though... All I know is to make books. I think. Oh, and placing books, but that obvious. Oh, wait, don't I have a Hall manipulation skill? The Hall in question being this room, I hope.'

  Praying to the Library Gods, Liza swooshed through the skills again and found what she was looking for.

  Library Hall Manipulation 1: The Librarian must strive to create a library Hall that meets and exceeds the expectation and standard of any Visitor.

  'Sheesh. Talk about high pressure. Welp, I better get started then, I suppose.'

  At first, she tried making what she somehow knew every library needed: A bookcase! It was easier said than done, however. She tried simply willing one into existence, which failed miserably. She then tried to copy paste the table and see if she could manipulate the shape of it. To her immence pleasure, the table could actually be copied! For half her entire Magica supply........ Bah, whatever, it'd probably refill.

  ...Or would it?

  Frantically, she summoned the screen and glued her incorporeal eyes to the number, and behold! It increased in increments of 12 points a minute! Which was nothing!

  BAH!

  The universe had it out for her, she was convinced.

  She tried and failed to change the shape of the table, then just placed the two small tables next to eachother close to what she designated as the eastern wall - the wall to the right of her perching place, and copied the chair to match.

  ??~??~??

  For the next multiple hours, Liza explored and analyzed the limits of her new skill. As it turned out, there was very little a level one librarian-library-book-person could do in terms of touching up the place.

  In the end, she'd succeeded in creating a bookcase. As it turned out, whatever she wanted to create from scratch, needed to be created from the wall for some reason that made absolutely no selse to her. As it stood, the bookcase was very shallow, and barely even protruding from the northern wall. There was probably only room for a single book on each chelf, as in a book that shows its cover, not its spine, as the bookcase only went about ten centimeters deep.

  To Lizas chagrin, she also couldn't change the shape of the material, whatever it was.

  'Actually... What is it?'

  Genuenly - what was it? She deliberated on it, and soon had a working theory. Well, a theory that made sense to her, anyway. It was a rather straightforward theory.

  The perspective was her mind, the book was her body and the room was her soul.

  How she got to this conclusion was also very straight forward. When she thought, she knew it was the perspective that was thinking. When the book moved, it felt like physical movement and exhersion. Her mind could also feel exhersion, but the thing was, when she used Stamina or Magica, she could tell that that was where the power was coming from; The book. Liza knew she was intrinsically connected to it.

  Now, the wall... The wall just kind of was. She didn't know how to explain it. It was a feeling that it simply existed, and couldn't really be used, per say. Not that it didn't have a function, she was sure it did. She just didn't know just what that was. Yet.

  One said function she was pretty sure of was protecting the book and her mind. It was in the form of a room- no, a Hall, after all. Encompassing all within it in a reassuring embrace. Liza thought it strange, in a way, that the soul was not inside the body, but the other way around.

  But the next second, the thought was gone, replaced by a feeling that this was all very natural, and the way things were meant to be.