The Scream of A Thousand Libraries Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Back to Basics (III).

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POV: RENATA SILVEIRA. It was strange how, after so many classes with Professor Francisco, I still felt that mix of tiredness and curiosity every time he wrote something new on the board. After the last energy training class with Professor Miguel, it was interesting to review some basics in this lesson. There was no characteristic smell of chalk—it was a digital board. But the experience was still cool. The school, now in its usual routine, had lost the bustle of the first two weeks. The normalcy of the school year had set in for everyone. Especially our dear teacher, he always found a way to turn reviews into something that made sense even to us, who were already tired of hearing the same concepts. That day, he started with something simple, almost obvious, but which carried a different weight in his voice: “Literary marks, as we've seen, have four core characteristics: the base book, mastery time, dominator level, and its ability. You already know this” Every student at that school had heard that at least once in their lives. We had read it since the first year of elementary school. But still, hearing it from him felt like confirmation, as if he were pulling us back to the ground before we advanced too far. While he spoke, he drew circles connected by arrows on the board, a crooked drawing only he seemed to understand. I tried to follow along. “See, these four characteristics form the base, but what matters is how they intertwine with different professions,” he said as he finished the previous diagram. And within it, he wrote several common professions of daily life. “Today, you see scientists, whose marks are mostly analogous, with layers upon layers of interpretive style. Athletes, on the other hand, are dominated by literal style marks. Every movement, every technique is tied to this more direct form of manifestation.” That made me think. I always liked observing how different people related to their marks. My mother, for example, was never an athlete, but her mark had an almost physical precision, as if it was made for movement. I, on the other hand, felt mine spread like an ink stain: more interpretive, less practical. Francisco interrupted my wanderings with a tap of the digital pen on the board. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road. “Now, let's review the dominator codes. Everyone knows: blue for secondary, purple for primary, red for authorial, and the rare and uncertain: gold, for generational.” The whole class murmured, as if simply mentioning gold carried extra weight. I felt it too. Gold always seemed like a distant color, almost unreachable. It felt like a fairy tale. “Each color comes from the flow of magical energy that runs through the nerves connected to the brain,” he went on, gesturing as if he could trace the path of that energy through the air. “And it goes to the wrists, where most of us manifest our powers.” I looked at my hands. How many times had I felt that tingling in my wrists, as if the energy was begging to be released? It was strange to think that glow, that light we all knew, was just the visible effect of something much more microscopic happening inside our bodies. We saw only the result, but the scientific nature of this happened at scales we couldn't even imagine. Francisco paused, took a deep breath, and asked: “Guys, what do you think of this reasoning: if we've supposedly never seen generational authors, how come we already have descriptions of the color they emit?” The following silence was uncomfortable. I had no answer, but thought of the theories that floated around, the ones I loved to debate. There was always someone who said they knew someone who swore they had seen a gold author. The teacher didn't wait long and answered himself: “This is more common than it seems. Many believe they never existed, but there have indeed been generational authors. Very few, of course, and in times when records were faulty. That's why the evidence i