He neutrated and the printed pavilion writers and dust dust, mainly in the work of preserving documents in other and storming environments around the world, but here was the place by its nature and a fairly effective conservation, therefore the concern was derived against thieves, or against the interruptions interested in their nearing destruction. Every department of those out here separated from her pastures in the fabrics stooding the sources of the place, and in the lack of wind were wrong to look when the outsider was firmly seized on the dark face. And all of these were spread over a few meters squares, from all the documents standing there in less space than that. He wanders a little bit on the brink of different departments, sends his hand once a time to exceed the reporting stacks and confirm the identity of the given department. Until finally, alongside all the different departments, this was discovered before him that could be testified as neglected of all, though the main thing was due to very few forms there, and the rest of the small and even more pressing place than the other departments were dedicated to analyzing all reports, since reports were often classified as useless and inadequate, which was nice and easy to the head of the department.
All documents were arranged with a twisted length spreading over the entire space, given on the floor, on the tables, and with a tilted length between them, thin wires connecting those and which, creating a sort of total network between the documents, it wasn't supposed to be here. He began to look at the different network flows, hoping to land his eyes on the required document, because although there was a strange matter here, there was no other options to stick to this detail. Anyways against his lack of time, there was still a little bit of the connection made here by the Department Manager, there seemed to be a lot of reports of substantial disturbances around certain locations, disorders with waves that could have been valued if you had the right knowledge and powers, and their decoding could lead to a fountain of painting that produces value this world, but there was something strange about it, he says, was-
A considerable thick rustling from the place entrance, after moments the boy entered his close proximity "You're not supposed to come in here, you were supposed to keep out there – the boy seems particularly troubled, tremor goes through all its thin length. They need you extremely urgently, sir, someone has returned, and he claims he's not the only one."