Tulip stood in her office, a red haired pixie floating next to her. I passed through the barrier between realms and felt the Repository's greeting . It always felt different coming here than any other realm. Most had sensations tied to their Pantheons, sunshine or the smell of the sea or even the burning heat of lava. But the Repository, being the archive of all things ever made or conceived in Creation, had a more distinct personality rather than varied. I had come to enjoy ...