"This is your grandfather's room!"
Young Socrates, who is secretly unaware in being the reincarnation of Bruno, looked with amazement. "Uncle, I never knew he had an entire library in his bedroom," he exclaimed in wonder as he eyed the many shelves of books around the whole room, finding it a bit overbearing due to their numerous amounts.
His uncle, Pythagoras, chuckled as he stood in front of the doorframe, leaning with crossed arms across his chest. "Aye, Giordano Bruno was always a bookworm. But his passions were being a philosopher, poet, cosmological theorist, and esotericist," he said with amusement while seeing young Socrates take his time scanning the titles of many books that stood on bookshelves.
The young boy felt quite amazed by this. "Wow," he said with astonishment at the number of books within this small, cramped room alone. "My grandfather was a renowned scholar as well as being a cult leader," he replied jokingly, much to his uncle's disappointment.
"Then I'll leave you here for a while," Pythagoras said without much enthusiasm, clearly upset by that remark. "Have fun." After that, he exited the room.
The room was a dark, cluttered mess. The walls were covered in dark green wallpaper peeling off the walls, the carpet was brown and worn down, and the curtains were ragged and torn. The furniture was old and dusty, and the only light in the room came from a dim lamp in the corner.
But what mattered to him was the amount of papers and books scattered all around, along with the shelves still occupied with several manuscripts and scrolls that left little space for anything else. A sight to behold as his curiosity grew exponentially.
A large oak desk sat in the middle of the room with piles of parchment stacked haphazardly on top of it. However, his attention turned to a large book with no title or name in general. Deciding to inspect further, Socrates curiously took a closer look at it before taking it from the pile.
Carefully opening it, his eyes widen in surprise when he read after reaching the page: "Is this supposedly to be his journal?" Socrates questioned, unsure whether or not it belonged to his deceased grandfather but curious as to what secrets the man had written down.
Unaware that what lies behind this book is the information about Bruno's entire life and his time with Seth and Genno,
