*tries to find the books about quantum mechanics*

*you only find books with human names as the titles* Robert: *is sorting shelves*

*goes to robert*
asks y the heck am i trapped here

Robert: And who are you?

i-
i am david
who are.

Robert: My name is Robert.

bruh
y there is no exit

Mistress looks around the area, than looks at the humanoid bill cypher “Where is this and how did this fit in my shed?”

Robert: Please do not use vulgarity. There are children listening.

“Nevermind that. Do you know how easy it would be to fake connections for sympathy and maybe even money with this information?”

Robert: Even beyond that that's immoral, the books wouldn't let you.

Robert: *visibly surprised* I may ask you the same question, minus the shed part.

“Uh, Alright…?” She paused “Would you happen to have the urban dictionary, but on paper somehow?”

Robert: Do you come simply to mock me?!

“No. I’m serious. This is magic. I want to test its limits.”

Robert: *sigh* You don't know how this place works, do you?

“I WALKED THROUGH WHAT I THOUGHT WAS MY CHEESE CLOSEST AND NOW I’M HERE, SO NO, I DON’T!!”

Robert: *sigh* So in plebien terms, every conscious being who has ever died in the entirety of the universe has everything they have ever experienced in these hypothetical walls. Also, for everyone who will die, the library expands to fit them.

So each person has a book.

“Okay… If some midget with a quartz hand and a Pokémon antagonists mindset killed them, but then remade them into sentient sculptures, would they still be in here?”

Robert: Theoretically, yes.

“Holyshit! This is amazing!”

Rene: oh I didn’t know this was here

Robert: *sorting shelves*

Rene: *looking around*

Robert: *notices you* Oh! Hello there. I am Robert, librarian of the Singularity of Learning.

Rene: why was this in my house?

Cade: nice library

Kat: huh!?!?

Robert: One moment! *spins to face you* Greetings, visitor! What brings you to the Singularity of Learning?

Kat: I got here through a door and idk how

Robert: I see. A bridger. You must be so confused.

Kat: I mean I'm not to confused I can tell that this is a library but I can't even make out the books contents all I'm seeing is hollow and soul energy every

Everywhere*

Robert: That is due to the nature of this place.
Everything that anyone ever has experienced is contained within these hypothetical walls. Every time somebody dies, their body rots beneath the soil of their world, yes?

Kat: yes but their souls go here and become the books or atlest I think that's the case

Robert: It isn't my job to concern myself with the nature of the soul. It is the mind of the person, nothing more, that inhabits each volume.

Kat: no wonder there's still souls in my town well I mean I'd you'd like to I can tell you what happens to the soul after it leaves the body

Robert: I could simply read a book.
But i waste no time on such trivialities.

Kat: do I take that as a yes or no?

Robert: No, thank you

Kat: oki , so what is there to do here anyway?

Robert: You could open a book. Oh! I forgot to show you how the books open!

Kat: ok

Robert: You must ask them to open. *takes a book titled Jerusalem Burns* Jerusalem, please reveal yourself.

Aesieltus-A: "Woah..."
Aesieltus-B: "A, this place probably contains a powerful being of some sort, because knowledge is kind of a form of power."

Robert: *is sorting books all titled with a name*

Aesieltus-A: "There are so many books..."
Aesieltus-B: "These book titles sound like the names of people."

Robert: *finally notices you* Oh! Visitors! I am Robert, caretaker of the Singularity of Learning.
How may I be of service?

Aesieltus-B: "I've heard that knowledge is power. Are we allowed to read these books?"
Aesieltus-A: "Why are the titles the names of people? And what is this place?"

Robert: all excellent questions for first timers.
The Singularity of Learning is the place where the mind goes when the body dies. Each volume on the shelf is another deceased conscious being's entire consciousness, memories and holders of everything that ever happened to them in life, good or bad. Does that make sense?

Aesieltus-B: "It does make sense."
Aesieltus-A: "What about spirits? Are they considered dead?"

Robert: Spirits do not concern me and have nothing to do with me.

Aesieltus-A: "Ok!"

Aesieltus-B: "Where's the Pale King's book?"

Robert: The Pale King. Hmmm. *flies off somewhere and comes back a while later with a heavy looking book* Here you are.

Aesieltus-B: "The Pale King was my father... And he... Killed millions... Thank you..."

Robert: yes, but it's not your fault. It just means Melody is at it again.

Aesieltus-A: "Who's Melody?"

Robert: Melody is... an odd woman who delights in tearing holes in worlds, not caring where said holes lead.

Aesieltus-A: "That's not good. One of those could lead to Hallownest..."

Robert: hmm. You have asked me many questions. I think it's time i asked you one.
How did you get here?

Aesieltus-A: "There was a door."

Robert: wait! Don't open it yet! You have to ask them to reveal themselves.

Aesieltus-B: "And how do I do that?"

Robert: Ahh. I thought so.

Aesieltus-A: "Has this happened before?"

Robert: *takes book* Reveal yourself, milord
*the book falls out of my hands and opens, with a transparent form of the King coming out* That's how. Every book wishes to be called something different. It's a pain.

Aesieltus-B: "Can I interact with him?"
Aesieltus-A: "It does seem like a pain, trying to memorize millions of different names just for reading..."

Robert: Unfortunately

Aesieltus-A: "Is our sudden appearance here a bad thing?"

Robert: Yes, but remember - he cannot harm you in this state.

*Aesieltus-B stares at the Pale King*
Aesieltus-B: "Father... We meet yet again... After all these years..."