Dr. Robert watched as the ink on the page began to move and write words by itself. This was no ordinary ink—it was alive. Inside it lived the soul of a scientist named Albrecht von Kessler.

A long time ago, in 1784, Albrecht worked alone in the dark basement of an old monastery in Bavaria. On his table sat a strange machine he had built himself. It had spinning brass wheels, glowing glass tubes, and bottles filled with shining silver liquid. When he turned it on, the machine made a high, musical sound.

That sound changed the air around him. It bent space and time—the very things that make up our world. Everything began to melt and flow like black, shiny liquid. Distances became shorter, and time started to move differently.

Albrecht watched in amazement as the world turned soft and strange. He reached out and pushed the flowing air aside, like moving a curtain. Behind it, he saw a bright, glowing path. When he stepped onto it, he suddenly appeared in another place, faster than anyone had ever traveled before.

He had done it—he had folded time and space.

But then something went wrong. The sound that kept his world together began to fade. The strange liquid space started to crack and break apart. Albrecht felt his body being torn away, and his soul drifting into the dark.

In his last moment, he tried to save himself. His soul looked for anything to hide in—and it found a bottle of ink nearby. His spirit rushed into it.

From then on, the ink came alive. It could move, think, and write on its own. Albrecht von Kessler wasn’t gone—he had become the ink itself.

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