of all the scriptures and themes in the mansions library. Glyph had to pick up that one.

perhaps it was its elusive nature that attuned to her.

While most old texts can be identified by age and eras. This one seems particularly impossible to determine an exact origin of.

It was on the surface a black leather tome – symetrical in design – and with a large, red, smooth polished gemstone in both sides of its cover.

though its appearance seemed to suggest a far gone and more barbaric time. there was a smoothness to it that made it appear like a much more recently bounded book. And its contents were all over the place. Ranging from pre historic literature to modern etique.

Like the thing was some compilation of the most random knowledge of times throughout history. Yet there was no rhyme or reason to its placement, nothing that could suggest an academic list or comparative work. Topics could switch wildy from page to page from an ancient egyptian herioglyphs chalendar to late centry french abour unicorn horn polish. sometimes cutting topics of completely by the turn of the page.

_Yet all of it united by a single identifiable penmanship. As if the whole thing was written by a single author.

Almost like the jumbled random thoughts of whatever mad mind that had penned the tome._

A creator going uncredited anywhere in the book.