Harken, dear guardian of legacies and lore, unto thee I bestow a charge most sacred, a treasure beyond measure. In thine hands now rests the tome of ages, the vessel of wisdom that has traversed the sands of time, bearing upon its shoulders the whispers of the ancients and the secrets of the sages.
Guard it, O vigilant keeper, as the dragon guards its golden hoard, with eyes aflame and heart unyielding. Let not its pages, steeped in the ink of eternity, fall prey to the ravages of neglect nor the shadow of oblivion. This book, bound by the breath of history, demands thy courage and thy constancy.
Shield it from the tempest’s fury and the plunderer’s greed. Enfold it in the cloak of thy devotion, let it dwell beneath the canopy of thy vigilance. For in its lines lies the alchemy of knowledge, the power to transform the mind and stir the soul.
So, heed this call, O chosen sentinel! Rise and affirm thy oath, to watch over this beacon through the night, through the storm, through the relentless tide of time. Stand firm, for thou art now the bearer of light, the keeper of the flame, the guardian of a legacy that must endure, must survive, must prevail.
Thus, with the weight of this duty upon thee, let thy resolve be as the steel of the stars, unwavering, unbreakable, and true. Protect this precious charge as if all of humanity’s future were woven within its leaves. For indeed, it might.
the Gerber 