What is the terror of death? To die, our work incomplete. What is the joy of life? To die knowing our work is done.” These are the words my grandfather said to me a year before he passed away, a few months after completing his autobiography that had taken the better part of ten years of his life to finish. If there is anything that I can aspire to do in my own life, it is to follow the same drive my grandfather had in his later years in my early years.

This is the Bibliotheca Somniare Corvus, the Library of the Dreaming Raven…

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