Waking yet again, the little one knitted her imaginary brows.

  'What was I... Oh.'

  Names. Words. The words! Right.

  ... What were they? They felt important... Forgetting them would probably be a sin, or something. Would she end up in hell? She wasn't exactly a person, so hopefully not?

  'What's 'hell', anyway? GAH! I can't keep going like this forever... Oh, speaking of.'

  Looking around the probably incredibly poorly airconditioned room, she felt like she'd been there before. Wait...

  Feeling a pounding headache, or bookache, or something, the book once again fell onto the table, placid as new, or old, depending on how you looked at it, information entered her mind.

  'Right. The room. The room I am, I am the room. I am also the book. I am more the book than I am the room, and so on and so forth.'

  Feeling slightly less frightened, she rises from the table once again.

  'Hopefully that, whatever that was, does not happen again. It was well and truly painful, I say! Hahh, Christ. Christ? GAH!'

  'Okay. Okay! A name. A simple, straightforward name. Just... Just follow the words. They contain the knowledge, after all. What were they? The... Books, information, something... Living.'

  'Oh.'

  As if something clicked, the book rose even further from the table, its cover opening until the front cover hit the back, and the pages pointed in all directions as something incredibly fundemental was now understood. Using her intent, she looked to the dark blue screen and wrote.

  Living.

  'I will live.'

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  It felt right. It felt weightless, like a simple truth, yet the words still carried with them a powerful intent, a powerful will.

  But it wasn't complete, at least it didn't look complete on the screen, she thought. There was still room for another word...

  'What was the rest... Ascen-something, people... Oh. Right.'

  After writing the last word, the moved back to look at the name she had given herself.

  The Living Library

  It was perfect.

  Or... was it?

  Strangely, it felt like there was something missing. A pang in her... chest? Book spine?

  But she didn't know what. It felt like something extremely important, but she couldn't help it, the memory just didn't want to stop running, if a memory even can run, and worst of all, she felt the reason why was eluding her! How could that be? Information was... Knowledge was meant to be HERS!

  The newborn mustered all the meager mental strength she could muster and dove within herself, within her mind where she could practically see the memory itself, like a little stream of mist scittering away from her.

  No... Not scittering. Being dragged!

  Redoubling her efforts, she flung hersef at it, but she fell short, only barely. She used all the strange power she felt in her new form and in the end, after spending a minute straight simply darting around in her own mind, to the farthest periphery of her thoughts, she finally toughed upon the mist, and the moment her own force met its, a pounding headache hit her like a very non-figurative truck. She almost fell down onto the table again, but by sheer force of will, she cept herself afloat, if only barely.

  'Not again! I REFUSE!!!!'

  Writhing in place, she fought the fiercest battle her newborn self had ever endured in her few minutes of life.

  In the end though, the might of the book pervailed - the word, no, the name was regained.

  Lowering herself down to the table slowly, her whole parchment-made body sighed. Do not ask how a book can sigh, that is simply what happened. Actually, she didn't even know how a book could feel tired, but here we are.

  She sighed a contemplative sigh as she mulled over the word she'd regained.

  'Liza...'

  Even just thinking about it made her feel a little squeemish, like something bad was about to happen. But she didn't let the word go. She didn't know exactly why, but the name was... important. She kept staring at the boring, grey roof for a while, then perked up.

  'Alright! I've decided. My name will be Liza!! 'The Living Library' is honestly kind of a mouth-full... What's a mouth? Gosh...'

  Feeling chipper, she once again turned to the screen... only to see it wasn't there.

  The screen was gone.

  She shifted her perspective to look at the books cover, which had closed a little while ago, and sure enough. In a bold, yet somehow ancient-looking font, drawn on by... something, with imposing lettering, was the name "The Living Library".

  She'd been too late.

  'Balls.'