Introduction

Somewhere in the Philippines, there lived a young man- or is he alive? Most importantly, is he even a human?

The library was a quaint building, with large bay windows on the main floor. Some books were scattered all over the place, creating an organized mess that somehow worked perfectly together. Stacks of books were placed on every surface, forming a maze-like structure of words. Even the ceiling was filled with shelves, each one holding hundreds of books. The only space left untouched was the large windows, which allowed sunlight to stream in and illuminate the entire room, and the only table that is around. A soft hum could be heard, as if the books were whispering secrets to one another, their pages turning with anticipation of being read. Dust motes danced in the stream of light, adding to the atmosphere. In the distance, one could hear soft and the quiet turning of pages, reflecting the peaceful atmosphere of the library.

His hair fell over his forehead in loose curls, framing his face in a way that made it seem framed for a magazine cover. Even his jawline, with sharp angles and clear definition, could pass for a model's. His eyes were warm and honey-brown, full of a gentle wisdom that seemed to pull those around him in. It was as if time itself stood still wherever he is, for his presence alone commanded attention. The handsome man leaned back in his chair, a book in his hands. He turned the page, his eyes scanning the text as he absorbed its knowledge. His dark hair was neatly combed, but still possessed that messiness that added to his handsome charm. He looked up from the book occasionally, glancing out the window and into the distance, as if he could see beyond the library walls into the world of endless possibilities that lay beyond. The light from the window illuminated his face and highlighted the sharp angles of his features, making him even more attractive.

The man's concentration was broken when he heard the sound of the door bell of the library. He set down his book with a soft thud, glancing up towards the entryway. Still sitting on his chair, he waited for the visitor to finish observing the interior. Their eyes are wandering around, fully in awe at rows of stacked books. That's when they locked eyes with the man who was just sitting, observing him. The visitor flinched but then relaxed when he saw the man's features.

The man looked at the empty space in front of him, then a chair manifested. The visitor was in shock, how can such thing and action exist? Where is he even? that, he doesn't know. And as if the man heard his thoughts, he spoke.

"Welcome to the Archives of Emotions, where one can trade something in exchange of something. I do not accept any kind of currencies." The man said, smiling politely.

"Well then, dearest customer. What is it that your heart desires?"

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